That's me. Fortunately, I don't have time to dwell on it. I'm jumping into contractor mode. I'm meeting the electrician, locksmith, floor installer, countertop man, and interior designer at my rental house two hours from now. Long story about the interior designer, but suffice it to say that he's just going to tell the electrician where to install the recessed lighting. One box of lighting fixtures from Amazon arrived yesterday, and the others should be here today. I have exactly 10 days to get all this done.
Besides the jobs I'm hiring out, I'm going to tackle waxing and buffing the hardwood floors throughout the house, installing the new cabinet hardware, planting the flowerboxes and clearing out the former flowerbeds which have morphed into jungles. I have to empty the attic, but first, repair the pull down stairs. Remove an antique bed which remains. Wash the windows, inside and out, and give the house a thorough cleaning. By then, it'll be time to mow again. And since Kiddo and I are on the outs, I don't plan to ask him for one iota of help. It's not worth the conflict.
I might write about that sitch later, if I can, but for now, it's just too painful. Being a mom can be excruciatingly difficult, and I'm just so exhausted. And he's only been home from college for 9 days. I feel like an utter failure. Once I get through these next two weeks, I'll try to find a remedy, but for now, we both need some time to think. So he's at his dad's for now.
On top of all this, Lucy has turned into a neurotic mess. I think I'm going to have to take her to the vet. I think she's picked up on all the stress and angst her mama (that'd be me) is experiencing. Poor dog.
Better run. Time's a-wastin'.
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...