Wednesday, December 3, 2025

Tired of Being Tired

There is so much going on. That doesn't seem to be going away any time soon.  I'm tired of being the one holding all the strings. 

I spent yesterday cleaning and cleansing my own little world for my own peace of mind. I thought I could have a day away from my mother for once.  

But no!  I get a text "are you coming over i cant get the tv to work hope you can fix it" then a few minutes later "what about the bed are you bringing that"  

By this time all I can do is an *eyeroll*  I can't just pop over to help you turn on the tv, and the bed was delivered to Dave, you'll have to ask him.  But I went like a good daughter and then sat there watching a soap I dont follow for an hour.  WTF?  I don't have the time or patience for this.

Nearly a year ago we discussed her going into assisted living.  And I told my brother that all she would do is sit in her apt, all alone.  And I was right.  I dragged her ass around the facility, took her outside. Then up the elevator to see the theater room, the gym, the game room, the library. 

I'm tired.

That was my Monday.  Tuesday we had a notary come over.  With all these changes, my phone rings constantly with numbers I don't recognize. I don't answer most. Thankfully, the important ones leave messages! Items are being slowly completed and maybe this Rollercoaster will slow down.  I need it to!  I'm tired of being tired.

Last night, I watched Mr Holland's Opus. Yes, I've seen it many times, but its a good movie. Watching good movies are a very fine way to escape from the pressure. It may be short lived, but its something! 

Monday, December 1, 2025

Cleanse & Move On

Up and at 'em early today to clean my house. And extra layer of deep cleaning after someone was in here.  I also have some sage to smudge about to cleanse.

But I got to thinking.  My mom has some deep seated fears formed in her childhood. And apparently she hasn't ever gotten over them.  So I keep finding it odd that she asked me to bring her the picture of the farmhouse she grew up in.  If it was full of bad memories, would you want that around?   Maybe seeing it on a daily basis doesn't give her comfort but agitation?

Heck, I'm no shrink, I couldn't begin to hazard a guess.  Just trying to use a little logic and/or common sense.  

As for my own house, sixteen years ago I signed a pile of papers. This is the longest I've ever lived in one place!! I'm not going to let that someone who had the nerve to invade my personal space affect me. 

I will clean and cleanse and move on.