A Day In My Life

I’ll recount the last two days,since my return to work and you’ll see that my life is as insane as ever, yet for some reason, I’m feeling less anxiety than I had two years ago. Hmmm, it can only be the grace of God.

Yesterday, I caught a flight home at 7:30 am and arrived at 10am.I had my daughter pick me up, since my car is a mess.
I was writing on a napkin while I was on the flight, to make sure I could remember everything I needed to do when I arrived home.

My mother is staying with me so the first thing I listed, was her blood tests the next morining.She’s been fighting me on this issue, but I had convinced her that this necessary,since she complains all the time,as if I can diagnose her.

It was my son and my brother’s second day of school, when I came home, so I knew I would be inundated with paperwork to fill out. I was glad to hear that my brother was able to get up on his own. My son is also getting more independent.

I had to call the mechanic about fixing my car and order the parts. I had to take my mother out to get some clothes and new shoes. She didn’t bring very much when she came and declined my offer of clothes.I think she wanted to go shopping.

I had to clean, do laundry and cook. I had to go shopping. I had to call about some of my brother’s benefits and speak to his companion about his next social events.
I had to go to the bank to get money for him,so that he could pay his bus transportation.

I had to sign my son up for his baseball. He was upset because he was placed in the last elective class which he had chosen,so I placed two calls to his guidance counselor.Still waiting to hear from her.

I make enough foood to give my family choices when I’m gone. One of the things I do enjoy is cooking. It is relaxing to me and my mother is always amazed. Probably because we grew up on tv dinners and twinkies.Although,if you listen to her, she makes it souns like we had gourmet meals every night. I wonder who she was cooking for.

I have to find out what happened to her security deposit, but my bet is on my sister. I cleaned and put down some borax by the door, as I’ve heard it is a sure way to kill ants. I realized I need to go to Home Depot to get screens and that little tool to put them in. Now I’m practically out of time,as I need to go back early, since I don'[t like the idea of competing with a million other commuters.

So, I have been home two days and never stopped running. Now I’m hoping to just get on my flight tomorrow and rest!


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. flygurlual
    Aug 26, 2010 @ 15:16:05

    Well, after waiting up all night for my daughter to come home, I had an argument with her. Then got dressed and had my mother to contend with. She actuallly came down the stairs to argue with me too. Called me a few names and told me she wanted to go back to Wisconsin. After I had no sleep, I told her, since I was in my uniform and headed to the airport, I would be happy to drop her off at the airport. She said she didn’t have a place to stay. “Well,” I said, “That’s not my problem.” I was so exhausted from all of this and feeling used by my daughter and mother. On the way up to DC,I realized the only ones that really need me are my son and my brother and I felt so sad.
    I realize that I’m overtired but also also feeling anger at the lack of respect my mother and daughter have for me and it is my own fault for letting them take advantage of me. The Lord has shown me that I need to set boundaries.


  2. Carol Ann Hoel
    Aug 26, 2010 @ 09:21:53

    Yes, I agree, it is the grace of God that is giving you strength. Your schedule is full and many people depend on you. Blessings to you… Thank you for sharing.


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