I haven't written often lately because I have been very busy helping MrJ get things ready for Academy. And helping Mom, always finding that fine line...
We have a busy month ahead with Dr appts, dentist appts, a friend from out of town, and a musical show to attend.
The musical show is dinner theater. My cousin likes to go, go, go, and tends to drag us along at times in her wake. SO not my thing, but it gets mom out. I sometimes wonder if mom didn't imagine that we were going to be "pals", doing stuff together. As it is, we do enough. I don't need more time with her. And I should be doing more on my own.
Things get kind of weird. She has me helping MrJ and I don't mind! but then she mentioned yesterday that after she's gone, I should move into her house so I can be close to MrJ and still be able to help. What she doesn't understand is that I LIKE my own house, and my last years aren't going to be spent taking care of her fav grandson. It's my own hope that I move closer to my own daughter, be able to give her a hand.
Why is dealing with family such a fine line??
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