I fear this isn't going to sound like a Thanksgiving post, but I'll plow ahead.
We went to the meeting with the Social Worker and Therapists today, and right off the bat, they said something about Mom going home on the 6th. My brain jumped ahead to January for a brief few seconds, and that sounded do-able. But no.....they meant next Friday. Nine days from now. The very same day Gary flies out of here to visit his folks up in Baltimore for the weekend. Is someone playing a joke that I'll wake up from soon?
I think I'll take up drinking.
At the risk of sounding like a whining child, I'll go on. I'm not prepared for the level of intimacy this will require of me on a daily basis. I don't wanna. I'm not prepared to be so important to my mom that we'll share every aspect of her life. I cringe when I think of having therapists here in our home 3 times a week. I shudder when I look at our tired old bathroom which needs a facelift and imagine strangers supervising her bath in there. I don't feel strong enough. It's too much. But mostly it's way too soon.
But yeah, it's not all about me. Middle daughter is having a very hard time with this, and Gary says it's because she's a teenager. She's bucking at possibly moving back into the former room with oldest daughter, along with the least one (who's being adorable, though she doesn't realize it). But her eyes are tired.
The boys aren't fazed. They say things will all work out, but won't have to move out of their room, and their lives will, mostly likely, just continue as they have. So for them, it will all work out. No problems.
Females aren't that easily pacified. We look ahead to the particulars.
And the ultimate icing on the cake today was our neighbors across the street having company, and are driving a huge camper....Winnebago style. They actually pulled it up in our yard at the curb. Are you kidding me? I'm ready to wrestle somebody. I saw it there when I got home this afternoon, and just stared. In the grass, which is all smashed and packed down on several areas, showing they've done this earlier as well. Jumped the curb and parked in our yard.
I'm going to go now and either slug something or have some hot tea. Probably the latter. But would prefer the former.
