I feel like I'm becoming the "voice of gloom" lately. Things lately have been seriously annoying, difficult or sad lately. I think I'm not the only one going through a trying period so I wonder what is up with the cosmic forces! First there was the the broken boyfriend who is thankfully doing loads better despite still being on crutches. His living situation leaves much to be desired at the present moment so there is lots of talk about options and what to do. His follow up appointment is Thursday so we are hoping that there is some good news as to his healing. Keep your fingers crossed!
My dad is doing loads better after all his tests but the parentals and I had a big blowout mid-week that had me feeling very hurt, sad and frustrated. And then I end up feeling guilty that I'm fighting with a couple of eighty year olds! Is there ever a moment when parents can actually tell their kids that they in fact know better and just give into the advice and help?!? I may be their child bit I *am* 33 years old! I am *always* wrong despite being right most of the time. Hence, their stuff goes even more to shit than before since they defy everything I tell them. Yet *I'm* the difficult one! Geez! Who needs kids when they have 80 year old parents to contend with!? Sometimes, I wish I made that move to Seattle that I contemplated years and years ago. It's difficult to care for people who demand your help but don't want to listen or do anything you say despite only having their best interests at heart.
And on Saturday, I received the news that my friend's dad, whom I mentioned in my previous post, passed away. It's quite sad and seems so sudden to me since I just learned of his illness. It made me think of my teenage years when her parent's house was a sanctuary from my own. It was where I learned to drink vodka shots at the ripe old age of 16 (!!) and never, ever went hungry as her dad would always sneak more food on my plate when I wasn't looking...and was even more than I could eat! He always had fun stories to share and he inspired me to take up Hospitality Management as a career field. It was a field I enjoyed for a short number of years but have since dabbled here and there. I know he's in a better place and free from his pain and that's most important.
I wish things didn't seem to sad, trying or frustrating but I know that's all temporary.
Over the weekend, I did manage to finish the stitching on my Peace ornament and start (barely) the Edgar's RR. The RR will be my focus since I am already late. I am planting my tushie on the sofa every spare minute I have to get this piece in the mail by the end of the week. I know I can do it!
I'll share pictures tomorrow.
Until next time...
1 comment:
No, dear, sorry, that day will never come. My children will be my children until the day I die and I'm pretty sure I will always know more than they do. It's the lament of all children of elderly parents. Step back and look at things from a different perspective. What is really worth arguing about and what will seem like a trivial thing years from now? Then you can push for the important things and let the little things slide. I know it's hard to do, but it might help you to get along with them just a little better.
PS Welcome to the Totally Useless SAL -- I'm really glad to have someone from "home" join us.
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