Yeah, found that song title, Mary J Blige if anyone remembers, over the weekend, and it seems most appropriate to the major story around these parts this weekend.
My brother and his girlfriend apparently had a major argument sometime last week, and she is flying back across the Tasman, with their daughter, to think about things. Apparently my brother was pretty cold about things in the argument, virtually chasing his other half out of Dodge.
So we had the niece over for the weekend, and oh my goodness, all the toys came out. All the cameras came out. And even some video footage of the kid walking was taken. And I'm sure there were some tears shed by the 'grandparents'.
Sunday morning we weren't sure even whether they would ever come back to Australia. Sunday afternoon, while I was watching Lord of War, and mallratting, my parents went over to their place, dropped the kid off, had a quick chat to the 'daughter in law'. It really looks like my brother brought things to a head and he is always going out with the boys - I could say that compromise is needed in a relationship, especially when a kid is involved, but then I don't want to be the pot with the kettle - we are all selfish in our own, different ways.
Mum and Dad offered to help out the girlfriend, if she wanted to stay in Oz, rather than head back home, even if she wasn't going to be with my brother anymore - aren't my parents good? Sister not quite in law said that her boss had even gotten a budget to get her a computer to keep at home and do work from there. Her boss obviously loves her, and the offer will probably remain open for a couple of months at least.
And then this morning, I woke up, did my usual morning stuff, and saw a message from Mum saying that the baby, well, toddler, was sick and she had driven around there to see what she could do - this from a woman who had a traumatic car accident a few years ago, she has hardly driven since.
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So, I wasn't sure what sort of sickness the niece had, but thought it had to be serious for Mum to take the day off work. When I thought about it later, in the office, I gave a quick call back saying my work number in case they needed to ring urgently - no, I hadn't given my work phone number to my family before this at all.
Didn't get a call, or a text on my mobile all day, so thought all was okay, but as I headed home from the train station, a gnawing doubt bit at me - I say bit, because it wasn't enough to eat away at me.
But apparently all is okay - the girlfriend and the kid are on their way back home to NZ. The child was screaming if you lifted her arm up too high - Mum used the car to take them to the doctor, who did tests and X-Rays, but couldn't find anything easily wrong.
Mum and the girlfriend talked a bit more - apparently her mother, who has recently gotten a new boyfriend (her parents are divorced), said that having her daughter and the granddaughter in the house with the new beau would be too awkward. Like really, very maternal thinking there.
So she will be staying with her father, between four and eight weeks, and she would like to come back to Oz - she asked Mum if the offer to get financial help even if not being with my brother still stood, and Mum said of course. So, from the Australian front of the family, things are looking a bit more positive than they were earlier in the weekend - apart from the whole break up of course.
All my parents have wanted since my siblings and I have gained adulthood was grandchildren. They have kept all the toys and books back from when we were toddlers and stuff, waiting for the next generation. The whole thought of the granddaughter being in another country, lucky to be visited once every six months, I could see the trauma building. Hopefully it has been averted, but who knows.
My brother is not their favourite at the moment.
Pauly
My brother and his girlfriend apparently had a major argument sometime last week, and she is flying back across the Tasman, with their daughter, to think about things. Apparently my brother was pretty cold about things in the argument, virtually chasing his other half out of Dodge.
So we had the niece over for the weekend, and oh my goodness, all the toys came out. All the cameras came out. And even some video footage of the kid walking was taken. And I'm sure there were some tears shed by the 'grandparents'.
Sunday morning we weren't sure even whether they would ever come back to Australia. Sunday afternoon, while I was watching Lord of War, and mallratting, my parents went over to their place, dropped the kid off, had a quick chat to the 'daughter in law'. It really looks like my brother brought things to a head and he is always going out with the boys - I could say that compromise is needed in a relationship, especially when a kid is involved, but then I don't want to be the pot with the kettle - we are all selfish in our own, different ways.
Mum and Dad offered to help out the girlfriend, if she wanted to stay in Oz, rather than head back home, even if she wasn't going to be with my brother anymore - aren't my parents good? Sister not quite in law said that her boss had even gotten a budget to get her a computer to keep at home and do work from there. Her boss obviously loves her, and the offer will probably remain open for a couple of months at least.
And then this morning, I woke up, did my usual morning stuff, and saw a message from Mum saying that the baby, well, toddler, was sick and she had driven around there to see what she could do - this from a woman who had a traumatic car accident a few years ago, she has hardly driven since.
[Additional, after previous post interrupted by someone else using the comp]
So, I wasn't sure what sort of sickness the niece had, but thought it had to be serious for Mum to take the day off work. When I thought about it later, in the office, I gave a quick call back saying my work number in case they needed to ring urgently - no, I hadn't given my work phone number to my family before this at all.
Didn't get a call, or a text on my mobile all day, so thought all was okay, but as I headed home from the train station, a gnawing doubt bit at me - I say bit, because it wasn't enough to eat away at me.
But apparently all is okay - the girlfriend and the kid are on their way back home to NZ. The child was screaming if you lifted her arm up too high - Mum used the car to take them to the doctor, who did tests and X-Rays, but couldn't find anything easily wrong.
Mum and the girlfriend talked a bit more - apparently her mother, who has recently gotten a new boyfriend (her parents are divorced), said that having her daughter and the granddaughter in the house with the new beau would be too awkward. Like really, very maternal thinking there.
So she will be staying with her father, between four and eight weeks, and she would like to come back to Oz - she asked Mum if the offer to get financial help even if not being with my brother still stood, and Mum said of course. So, from the Australian front of the family, things are looking a bit more positive than they were earlier in the weekend - apart from the whole break up of course.
All my parents have wanted since my siblings and I have gained adulthood was grandchildren. They have kept all the toys and books back from when we were toddlers and stuff, waiting for the next generation. The whole thought of the granddaughter being in another country, lucky to be visited once every six months, I could see the trauma building. Hopefully it has been averted, but who knows.
My brother is not their favourite at the moment.
Pauly
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