My mom’s health… huge turn for the worse. The downward spiral continues. I still can’t accept the disintegration of my family unit as I knew it and still struggle with the fact that this idiot won’t grow up. But PiC managed to save the year.
I combated the depressing months of job-hunting and fruitless interviews with massive decluttering efforts. Then I landed a job and had to move. Enter all sorts of soul-wracking guilt and abandonment remorse. And more shockingly, a measure of peace and the slow drain of rage from my life. It turns out moving was good for me. So is cohabitation. Which was also a surprise.
Cooking and cleaning became a more regular and pleasant part of life, and as predicted, work kicked my butt for months. I was miserable, regretted it, detested it, and ultimately said, there is no way you’re going to beat me. Eventually, I prevailed over the worst of the problems, and the rest are just part of the job.
I’ve been quiet here for lack of energy and brainspace but that’s slowly coming back.
There’s been travel, there’s been life, there’s been love. There’s finally a sense of potential again, and to be perfectly honest, that scares the skivvies offa me.
Looking forward…
There’s a lot of work still to be done. My parents need moving, but my dad’s become much more proactive in working on these things I’ve been talking about for years. While I still don’t necessarily agree with some of his decisions about my mom as they’re born of stress, short-sighted, and made in a “spare the daughter and spare her money” mode, he’s trying his best and I can push them to do what needs doing when it comes to their health. Their dental repairs are nearly complete now. Only two more months of treatment to go. Thank goodness the pain is gone and the worst of the uncomfortable treatments are over.
My dearest dog is slowly fading. She’s not got a lot of time left and my dad doesn’t really like the idea of my taking her away with me since he can take care of her pretty easily as she whiles her hours away in the sun or lounging nearby. He’s probably right, but my heart aches at the thought of not being with her. I guess I always thought I could keep her happy and healthy with me by force of will.
We might adopt a dog eventually but not a puppy. We can’t be there for a puppy like we once were as kids.
[But they are so cute. For the record.]
It’s going to be a really busy year in quite a few respects.
