Wow - I just had to cancel one night of our Yosemite lodging. Who knew that canceling a night meant you’d have to pay a new price for the other nights. Ouch!
Mil,
You call me instead of your son. Always. I know it’s petty but he has a phone also.
I’m busy, he’s busy. You leave a vague message to call back. I’m worried because you are both using walkers and are still in your home.
I call, tell you I’m hosting people.
I get a long story about how you aren’t renewing the warranty on your fridge. You aren’t looking for a new fridge yet but you want me to research what’s a good refrigerator replacement when you do replace it.
Arggggggh!!!
How hard is it to leave a message that you are fine but have a question about replacing an appliance? At some point in the future?
This is kinda trivial but I agree with Seth’s rant on reviews, ratings and surveys. I can ignore the requests but it’s time consuming to delete all the texts and emails!
Yes baby, I’m throwing you off the phone plan by the end of the year. You can autodraft your share to me, or find a new plan but you are (for heaven’s sake) a married man now. If it makes you feel better, I’m throwing your sibling off the family shared streaming accounts too.
I’m petty, and watching the four of you fly around places while I try to save some money on groceries is not going to end well, and I am too old to not be petty now and then. Off you go!! Happy adulting!!
You have FIVE, yes 5, autoimmune diseases and just had a cancerous polyp removed from your stomach (which will just need to be watched), and you want to argue with me about the amount of red meat, bologna, and hot dogs you eat not being “excessive”. Because “real food” is “gross” and “takes too much time,” even though I already cook one meal a day for you, and there are always leftovers and good choices in the fridge.
The library is truly my personal choice sanctuary. It’s my “coffee shop” hangout place. I don’t care if you think that’s weird.
Ughhhh- another shooting at a university, this time close to home at Emory! Pray for all involved or associated with those involved - I think it’s their summer graduation today too.
Dude in a 2-seater in the 3-person carpool lane: you are in violation of at least something 100%! Just saying. Karma is a cop strategically parked…
I’m just so tired of the constant battle. I got an email from my son’s housing staff. “He continues to not make progress towards packing his medications and is declining to discuss independent apartments. Here is the worst case scenario: The state continues to see that he has not made progress on his treatment plan and decides to evict him. He will have nowhere to go… Part of his goals are complete an independent apartment application…He can be on the waitlist and if his name pops up he can decline this…” You just SAID he doesn’t want to discuss it, so how can it be part of HIS goal? It’s YOUR goal. It’s the STATE’S goal. And I know darned well that if we put his name on the waitlist and he gets off it, you will pressure us to move him.
In what alternate universe do we live? He is doing well NOW, with the support that he has NOW. He has stayed out of the hospital for 2 1/2 years. He’s happy. He’s taking care of his apartment. So the two options are for him to move to an independent apartment or be evicted?
I know I will resolve this, but it means another fight. And people wonder why terrible things happen? Even when a seriously mentally ill person has the best support, he or she is screwed.
There are things that are best not said out loud.
Everyone is gone for the week. I have the house completely to myself. The quiet is delightful. No preschooler is stomping/jumping on the floor above my bed at 6am. No judgmental looks when I eat meat at dinner. The only person I need to clean up after is me.
Bliss.
Happiness is: Your BFF of 50 years announcing at the age of 62 she’s getting married for the first time. I will be an old bridesmaid!
This is going to be your 3rd job in 6 months. I am glad you are so marketable, but the stress that’s causing our mother is too much. I am crossing my fingers that you will be able to keep this job.
Ugh. Here we are again without power for an hour and counting. Is it storming anywhere in the region? Nope. Is it windy? Nope. Any floods? Nope. Is it ungodly hot and humid straining the system? Nope. Why are we and the area out of power? No idea. How long will it take? No idea. Power company hasn’t given any updates what the blickity blank is wrong this time.
Please for the love of all things, do not tell me how academically challenging your daughter’s social work major is, when my daughter is majoring in engineering.
A couple of weeks ago a drive that should have taken a little over an hour took 3.5. Apparently a truck fell over on the DC beltway.
Now we are in Tahoe, and today we drove around the lake. First half of drive was fine. Then the road was closed for some amount of time (well over 30 minutes) because of an accident, and after we got moving again we ran into another 30ish minute backup! Ugh - I don’t suggest driving with me these days.
You’ve let it go on too long, and actively and passively supported the behavior. Pretending to now care about the others is just performative.
Medical costs in the US are so expensive that I think it’s reached the tipping point of being seriously wrong. My H had to go to the ER and I understand the $2,700 bill for 4 hours in the ER because skilled people and technological overhead needs to be paid, but almost $1,400 for one bag of IV fluids when it costs about $10 on the internet? Disgusting.
Argh. Nearing 80 degrees already (8:30 a.m.), even with the windows left open all night and a fan going. Our 90-year-old large brick building is very quaint, but it’s an awful place to work in the summer, with no A/C, no cross-ventilation, and an electrical system that can’t handle portable A/C units. Whine, whine.
So, dad, you got a friend to drive your car over from the house to your new assisted living facility because you think your fractured hip is fine because you can take almost five steps without touching your walker. You’ve been driving to the grocery store and picking up your meds and think you’re ready to go back home because AL was only “temporary” (it isn’t). Your wife has been in and out of the hospital with end-stage congestive heart failure, A-fib, and kidney disease, and you just want to take her home when (if) she gets out of the hospital this time. You’re both 89 and can’t go home again.
If you undo all that my brother and I did this summer to get you two into a safe place where you have 24/7 care, we won’t do it again. You’re on your own. Have it your way.