Wow. Too good to be true. I woke up to my Google calendar email saying, "You have no events scheduled today." At 8:30 no less. Nice since it was snowing.
I went to my Sunday School Super Bowl party last night. Had fun, but embarrassed myself by asking if the Jets were ahead. When they said it was Green Bay v. Philly, I said, "Oh, of course. The Pirates." Needless to say, it was good for a laugh, but I felt really stupid. Or smart - clearly not a member of the hoi polloi. Stupid can be charming. In the right crowd. Hopefully, I came across as a genius, preoccupied with higher thoughts, rather than a ditzy, silly woman. Hell, I don't give a shit. Like Popeye says, I yam what I yam. Words to live by.
After a great, very productive day, I decided to do some major cooking for The D. I cooked crowder peas, made potato casserole, cut up veggies, baked a Sister Schubert roll, and gave him grapes for dessert.
He told me this morning that he hadn't pooped in two days. Wanted a laxative. I told him we should push the veggies and fruit first. Asked him if he was tired of celery, carrots, cucumbers and peppers, and he said no. Loaded him up tonight.
Very sweet thing. When I took him dinner on his tray, he told me I shouldn't do all that cooking. When he brought his clean plates to the kitchen, he said he liked it, and again, said I shouldn't go to so much trouble. Affirmation - I live for it.
I'm hoping I can take him to lunch at the senior center tomorrow.
I'm feeling better every day. I think he is, too.
For that, I'm grateful...
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...