Good morning everyone.
It’s currently 25 degrees, and freezing rain is falling. I’d much rather have snow, damn it. The freezing rain is supposed to continue through most of the morning, which puts a kink in my errand plans. I’ll need to put a deicer on my driveway (it’s a hill), so I can get back into the garage without sliding around because four-wheel drive does little to nothing on ice. Ice has formed around tree branches, so there will probably be power outages in some areas. Hopefully, mine won’t go out. I turned on the gas fireplace just in case it goes out, so there is some warmth in the house.
I am sure my garbage service will probably be canceled, which sucks because it’s full, but I understand the drivers need to be safe too.
nellie, good job for taking on the Medicaid people and telling your doctor so others can benefit. I hope the eye is doing better today.
FCM, good luck with the BiL stuff today.
I always feel guilty for admitting to not being excited about Christmas. It’s a lot of work and stress for a few hours of reward. When I was younger, even as a young adult and young mother, I would get excited for Christmas, even with all the work, but since the husband wasn’t into helping get things ready, I burned out. Now I have the added stress of my mother. We have her every Thanksgiving and every Christmas. Every single one, except last year, my sister had to host her. So this year, my sister is feverishly texting me, asking if I plan on having my mother over for Christmas. I responded, “Just like every Christmas, she’ll be here.” My sister said, “I had her last year.” I didn’t respond; I am sick of dealing with it. Big whoop-de-doo. ONE Christmas.
I can only take my mother in small doses, and my relationship with her has been fraught with tension, anger, and stress. She tends to suck the joy out of things and has no filter. It’s gotten worse as she ages. She calls 25 times daily, asking when she’ll be picked up. It drives me crazy. I’m not exaggerating.
On top of that, she calls my kids an additional 25 times. So many people say I’m lucky my mother is still here. They didn’t grow up with her, nor did they have to deal with the constant negativity and drama she drags into every visit. She used to drop by unannounced almost every weekend. It was neither appreciated nor loved. She can’t drive anymore, or she’d still be doing it.
I look forward to seeing the kids and grandkids, and I know they’ll love their presents and want Grandma and Grandpa to “Play toys”, “have quiet time on Grandma’s bed,” or finally, as Zoe says, “Play in my new room.” I’m hanging on to that, but I’ll still be glad when it’s all over.
I heard from my son. It turns out he has an evap leak, so the Jeep is supposedly drivable until he can get it fixed after the holidays. It just won’t drive as efficiently. I still offered to come to pick him up and take him home because I felt like we shouldn’t chance it. But, he turned me down. He’s always been very independent, stubborn, and unwilling to take help when offered. Hmm, that sounds a lot like me, but I wish he’d take the help when offered.
I went to bed at 10:00 last night, thinking it was 3:00 am. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I couldn’t fall asleep. I finally drifted off just past midnight when my husband woke me up as he was walking into the bedroom. He had to fill his BIPAP machine water reservoir, so which meant turning on the bathroom light; he had to fiddle with the machine, and then he finally flung himself into bed and into my hip. I l was awake for another two hours after that, fell asleep for about another hour, and finally gave up and got out of bed a little after 4:00 am.
Oh well, I guess I can use the time productively somehow. I am determined to try and make the best of the remaining vacation days, despite the stress surrounding them. If I can face them with a good attitude, maybe things will be less stressful all around.
Wishing you all a peaceful and good day.
