We'll Soon Have Christmas After a Long Nap...

Dad is putting the final touches on his very pretty Christmas tree this afternoon. Dad had colored lights this year which I wholeheartedly approved of and the grandkids will like it too. White lights are so passé it seems to me.

Dad and I are going later to get Charlie's Christmas tree up and rolling. Janice, Charlie's wife, is going to cook all of  us a southern style supper. Dad also said she had some spiced tea on the stove simmering when he was over there.

"The whole house smelled of cloves, cinnamon, and citrus," my father said.

"Where is Santa's little helper?" I then asked my father of my mother noticing my mother was nowhere to be seen.

"We're having a little too much Christmas today and she had to go lay down," my father said laughing.

I had to smile as well.

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Well, mom did it -- the colossal task. My father and I thought it couldn't be done. She got her old dosage of Xanax reinstated after her doctor had cut the dosages in half. Dad said she called and raised hell with Dr. Backshi -- that her panic attacks were making her miserable and that they were coming back in full force.

"I almost didn't believe it at first, but she is back to taking 3mg per day," my father told me.

That's the secretary. Me? I wouldn't have the chutzpah to do what my mother did yesterday. Especially doing it over the phone.

The Great Grand Conspiracy...

There must something in the water last night and this morning as several members of my family acted strangely yesterday and moments ago. It seems as if my family is conspiring to keep me aggravated, worried and awake. Dad with his depressed and somber mood as he is usually rambunctious and loud. Especially so since Auburn beat Mississippi State yesterday. He should be overjoyed. Then my mother just called me and woke me up at 4:00 am.

"What time is it?" my mother asked me sleepily over the phone with an unsteadiness to her voice..

I always think something really bad has happened within the family when mom calls at such an ungodly hour.

"It is 4 am in the morning," I told her. "And I will never get back to sleep now. Do you remember that dad had steamed asparagus and grilled fillets last night?"

"Oh yeah," she says. "I am starting to remember now."

"Now Martha?" I asked. "Just what are you doing up this early?"

"I've got my days and nights mixed up," she told me.

"How many Xanax have you had?" I then carefully asked my mother not wanting to offend her..

"I only had a few and they are about to run out," she told me seemingly panicked. "I don't know what I am going to do when I no longer have so many of them. Will I have more panic and anxiety attacks?"

The odds are stacked high against me when it comes to getting a full night's rest these days. Mom then said she was going to hang up and try to get some more sleep.

Clandestine Operations...

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Doctor Bacshi halving my mother's Xanax dosage was a good thing. We all know she has an addiction and we all chose to avoid it or ignore it. I was very surprised the doctor would do that, but she felt my mother falling all the time and sleeping for days on end to be symptoms of an addiction to Xanax or some similar medication. It has sent my mother reeling, though.

"What will I do if I have a terrible anxiety attack?" mom's asked me over these past few weeks.

I told her she would become acclimated to the new dosage and would and should be fine.

Sleeping Beauty...

I knew that if I called my mother and woke her up there would be hell to pay regarding my father and his day off today. He certainly would be sullen to me. I gambled and called anyway. I couldn't get my father to answer his iPhone for that matter and. I was dying to get a hold of my sodas to quell a great thirst. I didn't want to use my last $5 to buy drinks at the Circle K. I was also very lonely and wanted to get out of the house for awhile. The Magster has spent her whole day on the computer room bed asleep so she hasn't been a very good companion this Monday.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked my mother carefully with great trepidation.

It took her forever to answer the phone.

"I was just dozing off," my mother replied with a weak laugh saying she needs to get up or she will not sleep well tonight.

"Where is my father right now?" I asked out of great curiosity.

"He said he was going to the river house to see the newly installed windows and then for his daily walk out at the lake," my mother replied.

Whew, I dodged a bullet on that one.

"Did you know we might be moving into the river house?" mom decreed enthusiastically. "Your daddy is talking about selling this house at the right price."

"That's very interesting," is all I said and we got off the phone with my mother telling me she would put out my sodas in just a minute.

Oh, the logistics of moving my parents into the river house from their former house was just mind boggling.