Does lying on your death bed
somehow validate being inconsiderate and rude?
As I sit here in this cramped
room with its negative vibe hanging over me, and watching my mother insist on be
catered upon to the extent that it does not just inconvenience, but tramples upon
time with our children - I'm torn. Torn between serving my mother in her remaining
days/weeks/months (who knows how long?) of life, and my responsibilities to my family
and children. How does one prioritize this?
Mom could have only weeks, more
likely months, but she could surprise us with years. Our homeschooling has been
suffering these past few weeks and my children's education cannot sit by the wayside
for months. Not to mention how my daughter is missing me, and I miss and need her
so much right now. I will arrive home finally and she will, literally, jump around
the room in attempts to monopolize my attention. Her neediness is overwhelming as well.
Lately my schedule is work full-time
(8:30-5:00, Monday through Friday), homeschooling my two youngest children, keeping
up with mom's personal bills, feeding Aaron’s dog, Buffy, who resides at my mom’s
home, and managing mom’s apartments (which includes bills, deposits, record keeping,
balancing the checkbook, and interviewing prospective renters, and juggling the
pest control representative). Roy had his knee surgery recently and is often times
not much help around the house. He goes
for his physical therapy three days a week.
The house is in shambles most of the time, so I've got to fit in some time
to pick up a little (thank God for the kids' chores). I’m supposed to review the kids’ school work
but haven’t had time for that. Still
trying to fit in bath time for Drew, and, oh yeah, feed everyone. Drew has developed a bladder infection (or
something like it) and after taking her to the doctor, I’m trying to keep her
on schedule with her medication.
I’m just so ridiculously
overwhelmed right now that I’m not sure whether to scratch my watch or wind my
butt.
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