I guess. It could be worse.
I've worked hard today. The Daddler doesn't want anything for supper. His stomach is upset. I offered cheese toast and/or chicken noodle soup, but he declined. Maalox. Nope.
I've been engaged with client work on Excel, but I'm going to change gears and practice my guitar and paint a little. Maybe hang some pictures. Do some laundry. Find something to eat. Use my hoola hoop.
Maybe take a hot bath. Read. Find a book to download to my Kindle. Draw a tattoo on my skin somewhere. Or crank up the radio and dance, do push-ups, sit-ups and maybe paint my fingers or toes.
Whatever I settle on, the fresh air and my open windows make me happy.
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...