My apologies for not writing for over a week.
My sincere thanks for those of you who figured something was up, and wrote me. Thanks for your support and for caring.
I'm not going to explain last week. When all was said and done it was just one of those potholes you run into now and then. It was a nasty pothole this time.
So we're off to a new start. I've made a few decisions.
There aren't many things I can change, some stuff I'll just have to grin and bear.
But.
I will no longer bug/try to offer help-make suggestions to Bugs about her living situations. She is an adult, she made her bed, she needs to learn how to handle the problems that pop up in her life.
Good ole Mom is tired, I've been like a sponge, sucking up all the worries and the problems, even if I couldn't do anything about it.
I have to just take care of ME for a change.
We're broke, I was able to consolidate whatever credit cards we had left to pay off, and I closed them all except for the American Express card. I do need that safety valve in case I need to make a run to Holland.
So with no credit cards to "borrow" from, I will have to be extremely frugal.
I know I can do it.
I've expressed my fears, my problems, with Wheelie, but it's like talking to a wall. I know he feels bad, but he just can't help. He's leaving it all up to me. I had better get used to it, it won't be getting any better, he won't change. It's not his fault, he's dealing with his own demons.
If I play my cards right I can swing the financial crap every month. In February I will be able to receive Social Security early. Not a whole lot, but it will make a heap of difference. I might even be able to get some form of health insurance for myself until Medicare kicks in (at age 65) Unless of course, our new president comes up with a terrific health plan in the meantime.
We can hope, can't we?
So here we are, Thursday again.
We just got back from the Toddler Reading program at our library. Boy, those kids are growing! Most of them are walking now. It is fun to compare notes. Watch them grow from lumps of babies to toddlerhood.
Boo-boo was very tired when we got home so I popped her in bed. If she has a good long nap, I might take them shopping this afternoon. We need a few groceries.
The weather is brutal. Already hovering around 90° and going up as time goes on.
In the coming weeks I am planning on touching stories about my father's side of the family.
So until then. Thanks again, hang in there, and be good to yourself.
SGMKJ!
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Camp directors are especially adept at survival...and are often a whole lot stronger for the effort.
Good to have you back!
I am here(bit far away) if there is anything that I can do! I empathise with you more then you can imagine...distance is a real tyranny...luv Iggie
I call them "speedbumps in the road of life." Sorry you had to go over a big one.
It's amazing the places life takes us while we're expecting something entirely different. The only thing I know is that you can look at it as an adventure, or as oppression. It's easy for me to decide. The ones that opt for oppression end up being bitter and dealing with them is like sticking your soul in acid. I'd rather be in charge of my attitude and reactions and see things as an adventure. And, I've had some crappy things thrown at me, but I still managed to make it an adventure. Remember the boas and party for the prosthetic boob fitting? You can turn anything into a party if you try. I kissed my surgeon the day after she took my girls because she did good work. Everyone has speedbumps....how you react to them and if you laugh or get bitter and sarcastic is up to you. I like laughter myself.
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