There's a phrase you hear sometimes, "I don't know whether to s*** or go sailing", and I think I'm there. This past week was meeting week at work, and all things considered, it went well. My new committee role was more work than I anticipated, but it was all interesting, so that was good. Class prep is going OK. I wish I'd have done more on leave, but that's "September guilt" talking.
But at home and on the personal front, I just don't know where to start.
Mom is still struggling with anything electronic. She's still having trouble with the continuous glucose monitoring system. We've gone through 7 sensors and have only managed to get 2 to work. I've finally found some friends who are willing to help her, but are still struggling with the directions. Somehow the cordless phone lost its programming, so she couldn't get her voice mail. Somehow the TV remotes got messed up so she couldn't watch TV. She's also lost a check and has a few other issues totally confused. I think she's finally seeing how much she relied on me these past few months. Strangely enough, she doesn't think that Dad used to help her a bit.
The house is still a disaster. The flowers on my porch all died and the flowerbeds are overrun with weeds. Inside and out the place looks like crap. And I don't know where to start to clean it.
I have very few clothes that fit. I have no money to get some clothes that do fit. I'm trying to eat better and have been walking a bit, but by Friday of this week, I just wanted to crawl into bed and be left alone.
I guess I'll start with my closet. Purge out all the stuff that doesn't fit and put it in a box in the garage so I don't have to look at it. Then I'll get my room in order.
One foot in front of the other.
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