The Compromise

Well, crossing my fingers and toes was counterproductive yesterday. It always hinder my ability to walk or type. Anyway, 15 minutes into the shift where my mother’s new caregiver would shadow the existing one, I get a phone call asking me for my presence at her house. Sweet. Baby. Jesus. I already knew where this…

Fingers Crossed

If you all have been reading my blog recently, you are aware of the current saga of finding my mother a new caregiver. Her present one gave her two weeks notice to the agency, so I was assuming (you all know what happens when there are assumptions), that there would be a proactive solution. You…

Parenting

While my boys are proficient in many things related to household duties, cooking isn’t one of them. Oh, sure, Bailey has a little bit more experience than Bryce, but even he could use a few lessons. I decided that this summer should be dubbed “learn to cook, so your mother doesn’t have to”. Last night,…

The Owner

I spent Memorial Day, finishing the first revision of my book, watching a family of baby birds leaving their nest, adjusting my mother’s HVAC temperature via an app (She was cold. She was hot. You get the gist.), and then I made an amends. It was a full day. Finishing my first revision round, made…

The House

I am a storyteller. I know that isn’t much of a surprise. After all, that is a pretty basic requirement as a writer. But, I tend to talk like I write. When I share, it is full of detail because that is the essence of an excellent story. A quality that seems to annoy some…

Assumptions

A couple of days ago, I shared that my mother’s caregiver was leaving. I get it. The pay is ridiculously low and she needs to do what is best for her family. And, honestly, so do I. I waited a few days to reach out to the agency, thinking that they would be proactive in…

Half My Life

Today is my wedding anniversary. It’s Brian’s too, but since I am writing the blog, I get first dibs. Isn’t that the way marriage is suppose to be? So, I have been with one person over half my life. That is a really long time. Looking back, I am amazed at the journey. Let me…

Can This Wait?

Yesterday, before I went to the visitation for my mother’s best friend, I received a text from her caregiver informing me, she is quitting the agency. This means another hunt for the ideal person who will fit best with my mother. Already emotionally compromised, I kept thinking, can this wait? My stomach clenched feeling impending…

An Enigma

So, I am in the midst of my revisions, which in layman terms means, I am residing in the seventh circle of hell. I had this grand illusion that it would be so easy. Effortless even. The simple act of expansion. But, clearly, I am delusional. Writer’s block is a real condition. My characters have…

Dinner Conversation

Before I begin, my family knows that anything they say or do, can and will be used against them in my blog. I wanted to state that up front since there may be some individuals who are appalled at my open sharing policy. They say it. I write it. It’s called family. That’s what we…