As I drove other to my Mother’s home yesterday, I prepared myself mentally for meeting her new caregiver. I feel like I am on some weird television show and the supporting role continues to be recast. You know the announcement, “the role of so and so is now being played by so and so”, well,… Continue reading Neutral
I feel like I am writing a series as much as I have blogged about my mother’s caregiver situation. In true form, we are back to square one. Yesterday, I got a call from the agency – cue my PTSD every time I see their name on my Caller ID – telling me that my… Continue reading Revolving Door
Today is bittersweet as my own father has been gone for almost fourteen years. But, this day reminds me of the great men that have influenced me, supported my dreams, and accepted me for me. That is a tall order as I am complicated, stubborn, and a twisted ray of sunshine wrapped in a black… Continue reading Great Men
I was in the midst of revisions when my phone rang yesterday morning. The caller ID revealed that it was the agency my mother’s caregiver works for. I am not psychic, but I was pretty confident that they were calling to inform me that the caregiver would not be coming to work. Ding, ding, ding.… Continue reading Void
The other night, while minding my own business, I heard music drifting from downstairs. It isn’t uncommon as that is Bailey’s domain and he has impromptu concerts. What I wasn’t prepared for was the artist or shall I say, dinosaur that sings these songs. Yep, Bailey has reverted back to Barney. That hideous purple dinosaur… Continue reading You Are Special
Mom’s caregiver has been cleared to come back to work today. Thank. Sweet. Baby. Jesus. I am not cut out for a full-time gig where I spend more time inwardly screaming than being patient and kind. I know my limitations. Probably a good thing I did not become a nurse. I spent a semester in… Continue reading Another Week
It’s my birthday, bitches!!! I know that some grimace at the prospect at growing older. Another year of new wrinkles and sagging boobs might be a drawback, but let me just say, many don’t get the privilege of getting older. So, I am embracing the crap out it. Let me point out that this past… Continue reading Birthday Girl!