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!
That title is pretty creative, right? A good title draws the reader in and well, I can’t make this shit up. I mean, I can, but my reality is often more entertaining than anything my imagination could makeup. Yesterday, I was the pillar of being of service. Being the dutiful daughter, I escorted my mother… Continue reading The Sweet Potato and Sombrero
This week has been weird. Weird in the sense that it took a while for my germ invasion to clear and having my mother thrown in the mix of that because of her caregiver’s accident, well, it has made for a bumpy ride. On top of that, I am behind on my revisions and wondering… Continue reading Why?
Monday was bliss. My mother was enjoying her new caregiver and I was patting myself on the back for a job well-done. Of course, I should have known that my euphoric bubble would burst. Yesterday, my caller ID revealed the agency that employs the caregiver. My stomach clenched. I started to break out into a… Continue reading What Now
Let me state for the record, it is rare that I get sick. Maybe it is because I limit my time with the human race or perhaps my immune system is a rock star. Whatever it is, I love it. Except my immune system apparently is a cheating whore because she seems to have gotten… Continue reading Sick Day