After spending most of the day with 3 elderly family members, I am exhausted. My head is pounding, and I feel like the life force is being drained from me. I had a couple of cravings today, which I haven't had for awhile, but let them go somehow. It scared me, though.
Tomorrow I go with my difficult father to pick up an urn he had made for my mother's ashes (she's still HERE!), then to a funeral home with him for a possibly ugly scene, and finally to their financial advisor. Tomorrow will not be a good day. I feel like there's an anvil pushing against my forehead.
Saturday night we take my M-I-L, the drink pusher, out to dinner. She hardly eats more than two bites, but gets to raise her self-esteem by being demanding of the waiter, and just plain, old, rude. Two hours in the car to take her 25 miles because she can't drive that far anymore, and she insists on going to this restaurant.
Please, don't anyone say how glad I'll be that I could help them all in their waning years. I know that, but don't want to hear it.
My DH has been a chatterbox tonight, and I'm ready to murder him. Twice, and very politely, I've asked him to be quiet, as I'm ready to blow my top. To no avail.
The AC is broken, too, which doesn't help my mood.
Hope you all had good evenings. I'll still try to post replies to all of you who are doing so well, and those who are struggling. I'm thinking about you--I do most of the day, btw. I consider you my friends.
I'm not having a pity party; I'm just pissed off.
Little Miss Sunshine,
Juja
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