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Jun. 4th, 2019 03:43 pmI am so stressed and I know that writing my thoughts out will make me feel better, but anything involving actually having to think is just HARD these days.
Mom's surgery went well, according to the doctors. She was discharged from the hospital on Friday, which was before any of us felt she was ready and she's been freaking out about it every day since, but insurance only approved 7 days for her major surgery. The most difficult part of her recovery is that she can't sit for another four weeks or so. She'll have to do about six months of chemo starting in July.
Being primary caretaker is shitty. My siblings don't understand that one, I cannot function but for so long when I have to be around people all the freaking time. and two, just because I don't get paid, doesn't mean I can shirk my responsibilities. Not only am I a full time mom (and then some), but I am the youth leader at church, the clerk for the church board (which means I have to be at all the meetings), and on the district's Brethren Disaster Ministries team. Last Thursday, I stayed at home instead of the hospital, with the plan of getting up for the honors reception on Friday morning. Instead, I slept for 16 hours. And missed my kid getting an award for his gpa, which is a HUGE deal because he's always hated school and struggled with his grades. Also, I missed graduation Sunday at both churches. It's all ugh.
I did get to watch I Am the Night and Underground last week, as well as knock a few movies off my hulu watch list. This week I'm just catching all the reruns of Chicago PD.
Ronnie graduates from high school next Thursday. Davey has already moved to Camp Bethel for the summer. Having grown kids is so weird.
Mom's surgery went well, according to the doctors. She was discharged from the hospital on Friday, which was before any of us felt she was ready and she's been freaking out about it every day since, but insurance only approved 7 days for her major surgery. The most difficult part of her recovery is that she can't sit for another four weeks or so. She'll have to do about six months of chemo starting in July.
Being primary caretaker is shitty. My siblings don't understand that one, I cannot function but for so long when I have to be around people all the freaking time. and two, just because I don't get paid, doesn't mean I can shirk my responsibilities. Not only am I a full time mom (and then some), but I am the youth leader at church, the clerk for the church board (which means I have to be at all the meetings), and on the district's Brethren Disaster Ministries team. Last Thursday, I stayed at home instead of the hospital, with the plan of getting up for the honors reception on Friday morning. Instead, I slept for 16 hours. And missed my kid getting an award for his gpa, which is a HUGE deal because he's always hated school and struggled with his grades. Also, I missed graduation Sunday at both churches. It's all ugh.
I did get to watch I Am the Night and Underground last week, as well as knock a few movies off my hulu watch list. This week I'm just catching all the reruns of Chicago PD.
Ronnie graduates from high school next Thursday. Davey has already moved to Camp Bethel for the summer. Having grown kids is so weird.
