Its Always Something

Its always something, and yet its always the same.  Now my mother wants to pay me $500/month to "take care of her".  No. A great big NO.  Because what will that be?  What will it mean?  The "I'm paying you so come when I call?"  That can't happen.  How do you draw that line??

Because here's how it went today.  Her:  I've got a letter to mail.  Me: it looks like he's already been here today.  Her: but there's mail tomorrow (saturday)  Me:  ok, I'll put it out when I leave.  Her:  No, do it now, in case he hasn't been here.  *eyeroll*   

So I jumped up and did it.  Because in her way, if you don't,  she will a) have anxiety over the issue and/or b) throw "hints" out there until its done.   Her way. Her time. Its like that often.

But, I did my exercises and my own house work before heading over. And the plan is to not stay too long here.  I am on my way to building my own needs, my own life, doing things I haven’t done for some time now. 

Because I get a life, too.