It must be nice to go to a comic con for 3 days and not give a shit about the rest of the family, and while I enjoy my guilt presents, I would prefer to be able to get out in the world and do something rather than smile and say thank you for that autographed picture of Paul McGann.
Who is Paul McGann?
This is the bloke that played the 8th Doctor...and quite lovely he is.
So, I've been being a little bitter and cranky lately. Cos life sucks if you're me, right now,
I've been trying to dejunk, declutter, whatever you want to call it for ages.
Nothing is helping.
I have bags for goodwill. I've been trying to box some stuff up.
Nothing makes anything any better.
You really don't want to live in an old house that has had no renovations done to it. Our closets are less than 7 inches deep. You can barely hang anything in them. They were not made for wardrobes! Our kitchen has no cabinets, and the way our windows are set up, they make the idea of having them installed, damn near impossible.
Joy of joys!
And I'm left trying to make sense of it all.
Yet, I love our old house.
Crazy as it seems, it scares me to think that some day I'll have to move forward, and away from here, the place where every pet I've ever love lays resting in the garden or under the tall pine trees.
This is home, cluttered as it is, disorganized as it is, crazy as it is.
It isn't for those without patience. You need it in large quantities. I'm sad to say that I don't often have enough when it comes to my father and I love him dearly.
I think it takes more to take care of a loved one in your home than it does to consign them to a nursing home or other care facility.
You have to be on call, 24/7 for anything.
Today was a poopy day.
I realize its TMI but sometimes I wish he didn't go quite as often. (As in after every meal or as soon as I walk in the door from work)
You live on the edge, and relaxing just doesn't happen, EVER.
You feel guilty for wanting little things for yourself, like a trip to the bookstore or a relaxing meal.
I know I've said these things countless times before, but it is hard work, and it takes its toll. Plus help, even through hospice isn't enough, and other help, isn't worth it, especially when your loved one doesn't like strangers in the house.
My dad is not too keen on the aids or nurses that come in during the week at all.
At least tomorrow I will get a little bit of joy, as Doctor Who is on.
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Sleep well sweet prince.
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