Principal's Office

Monday, December 5, 2011

If the care home was a school... there is no doubt that I would find dad in the principal's office every other day.  I am always slightly on edge walking into the home, as I don't know what dad has gotten up to that day.  Walking in on Monday afternoon was no exception.

"Oh Donna.  Your dad... ai-yi-yi."

Heart lurched once again.  "What's up?  Is he ok?"

"He's fine, I'll get the physio to talk to you."

By this point, I am standing at the interior door to dad's room, and I can see the glass door onto the balcony... my eyes focused on the spider web crack in the glass.  Whaaaaat!?

A debrief from the physio revealed that they have been moving furniture around in his room.  They have been trying to work the best combination with the bed to minimize him climbing out of it at night.  It was moved so that one side of the bed is up against the wall.  Therefore the large easy chair he was sitting in was moved against the glass.  He has to be restrained in a chair at all times as he is not strong enough to walk around, yet he wants to take off.  From what they can figure, he found the remote for the chair to tilt in backwards, and was trying to slip out from under the restraint.  The pressure from the back of the chair cracked the glass!

Speaking to one of the workers there, she said to me that she had no doubt dad spent a lot of time in the principal's office when he was a boy.  "He's naughty."

I looked at her and laughed, "He so is.  Welcome to my world!"  I then went on to tell her that for the past three years... dad has always been three steps ahead of me.  I try to nip a problem off at the pass; he comes up from behind on a different course and causes more havoc.  Every other day for the past three years, there has been some sort of drama.  I feel vindicated to know that it wasn't me blowing it up into a drama!

She laughed and said that in her 10 years of working there, she has never seen property damage like that!  Yep.  That's my dad!  She wanted to know if I was like that... up to no good!  I told her that I tend to be honest and slightly nerdy... but that my two brothers tend towards the naughty!  ;)

Boys!