Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is dragging this week, my blogfriends. Her get-up-and-go done got-up-and-went. Her candle is burning at all three ends. Her wagon is draggin’. Life is kicking her butt. She feels like Sisyphus.
Something’s gotta give. Like my best ol’ ex-teaching buddy, Mabel, says…”You have to take care of yourself. Because if you don’t, you can’t take care of anyone else.”
I am that chicken with its head cut off, and I am trying to find my head. Newmentia is draining me 2/7 of the day. Then I’m off to visit Mom at her rehab. That's 40 minutes of drive time to get there, spend an hour, and drive 40 minutes home. Then it’s dark, and I have to warm up some food in the oven or heat it in the microwave. Which creates dirty dishes for my dishwashers, aka HANDS. Then I might be able to steal a little computer time. Once I sit down in my blue recliner, I am tired to the bone, and generally fall asleep in front of the big screen. I did not even finish watching last week’s Kate Plus Eight, and now it’s time for a new episode.
I’ve been dealing with an attorney concerning Mom’s situation. Her facility is ready to kick her to the curb with her belongings in a red bandana tied to a broom handle, because they can’t keep her while she does follow-up radiation since her skin lesion removal. That’s because they would have to pick up the bill for radiation. We don’t know what we’re going to do with her. Sis says the facility is trying to find a way to keep her if she pays for her stay, and lets her insurance pick up the medical tab. They will have a meeting Wednesday.
It's tax time, you know. And I just got an email from the #1 son's college that billing statements are out. According to #1, we are getting a refund. I suppose the check is in the mail. Oh, and here's another email from college. It's time for the FAFSA.
One set of my students is entering the world of science projects, and the others are being prepped for the upcoming EOC exams and the new mandatory ACT. The Pony is in the heart of Scholar Bowl season, and needs a ride home anywhere from 7:00 p.m to 8:30 p.m. on competition days. Which makes for a 13-hour day at school for me.
In the meantime...is a snow day too much to ask?