I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
One thing I have noticed since the invention of cellphones, it's been years since people would stop me to ask me what time it was. i use to get that a lot.
My only niece is getting married in August (I'm not going and comfortable with it - no one is going to be offended or anything).
What I'm sad about is that for a while I've been keeping an eye on the young couple's wedding gift list online in the hope that they might add something I'd like to give them. Something that isn't ugly, or a waste of space, or a bonkers idea that they fondly imagine they will get round to using. So now I feel like the Bad Fairy, scanning their dreams of the future they'll have together and trashing them one by one.
Oh child, you won't use that muffin tin but you do need at least three baking sheets.
But not at thirty quid a pop by Le Creuset, you don't. Not from your loving aunt, anyhow.
He focused on me to talk to, and I was not talking to him. You see, he was a ranter, at times talking to himself, appeared to me to be a sociopath. (Yes, I am also a profiler!) Then, as he left the counter, he came over and wished me a happy fourth, and poked my arm. Maybe he heard my comment about getting a contact high just from standing in line at the post office. Whew!
I was still asking my dH an hour later, "Why did he do that?" "Why did he touch me?"
"I should have screamed or something". I am not that attractive or anything that he would pick on me to single out, and I was definitely not being friendly on purpose!
Am I a crap magnet?
If it is a second story room, it will be secure.
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I know.
I hope he found some closure with his son's murder and that he is happy whatever he is doing.
(There was some online snarking happening on AC around the time of the U.S. elections. It wasn't about any one thing in particular, but an overflow of the divisiveness in the U.S. and the world in general. But yeah, I suspect he was banned but who knows... maybe he figured it was time to move on. His mother and his aunt had both died.)
Need to wash some window screens and clean some fans - getting too old for this living without a/c
So sorry it's falling all on your shoulders - and yes, why do these steps happen on holiday weekends - never fails
Not to be graphic but don't they have a BM log?
Licensing requires action after 3 days - some get a "bomb" or prune concoction and others get a suppository
any of those baked beans leftover ?
Hang in there and go get yourself a donut
Mom has been having difficulty swallowing her puree - she opens her mouth but then doesn't swallow or chokes. Last night I was really worried about her, she was anxious and breathing hard and didn't want me to leave. I asked her if she was "done", if she wanted me to stop trying to make her eat and she just kept saying "I don't know I don't know". Of course that ramped up the anxiety... I'm sorry I asked, I know she will never be one of those people who willingly let go.
I told the LPN she can't swallow - they'll ask the dietitian to check her.... after the holiday. I mentioned she seems to be uncomfortable/in pain and was told they would consult the doctor. I asked when she had had a BM because her belly was round and hard... they'd check.
I'm just looking for a little guidance from them and instead I feel like I'm getting the brush off. And did I mention it's a holiday weekend and there will almost certainly be staffing problems?
Have a great evening!!
Frazzled, enjoy your vacation and y'all try to get some R & R.
Frazzled, it is amazing how they have radar when you just want a little break....My Mom would make all kinds of excuses for us not to go on vacations while she was still living on her own...her most common one was "what if there is a power outage?"......
Have spent the past couple of weeks getting all of mom's refills, appointments, and everything in order so we're ready to leave this evening.
Haven't told mom we're going...the plan was just to tell her it was going to be a busy week and we'd be back next weekend. I know mom, she will try to throw a wrench in our plans because she would be hurt that she's not going...well she must know by osmosis or something because when I went to see her yesterday evening she said her back tooth was hurting and could I get her a dental appointment today...so was scrambling around to get her an appointment and am sitting in the waiting room now. She says it's been hurting for awhile now, longer than a week, but just now said something yesterday.
She called before I left (after I had told her already what time I was coming), on my way there (I assured her I was driving and would be there in a few) and again, on my way there 10 minutes later (I assured her that yes, I was still driving and would be there soon, this was about 5 minutes away).
We took the kids up to see her yesterday evening after hubs got home, and she yelled at me because my toddler accidentally spilled some tea on the carpet, even though we cleaned it up. Then was crying because we had to leave after being there an hour and a half because our little was getting fussy. Before we left to come, it was "Did you get my message about the bottled water?" She had us make a special stop at the store on the way there because God forbid she have to drink tap water.
Grrr...still have to get back home and make sure kids get all their stuff packed, and go pick up our rental car when hubs gets home. It is a long drive but will be fun when we get there...just hope no crises while we're gone.
Sorry everyone...not complaining. Glad I am doing everything correctly but am "whupped". Waiting on delivery and then have to get his salad, new vitamins & OJ then think I will take a nap. That should put me up in time to fix dinner and clean up the dinner mess....Ugh.....
Y'all have a great weekend.