My Secret Life
Two days ago I wrote a post titled, “I Work” But I’m not just a domestic Goddess. I have a job. I’m a writer. Shh, Don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret. Well, at least I try to be a writer. How do the big guys do it? No, really! I need to know.
The last two and a half months of 2015 were hectic, to say the least.
Some of you know that my dad had a mild stroke at the end of September and a week later, my stepmom went into the hospital to have a feeding tube inserted. And two weeks later she was put on hospice.
So, I was out at my dad’s twice a week and when I wasn’t there, I was on the phone. Doctors, nurses, social workers, physical therapists, coordinators, caregivers, family, and dad. And even now, after things have calmed down a bit, I can still find myself on the phone some days for up to 6 hours a day!
But life didn’t think that my load was heavy enough…
My middle son had to go out of town to work for a week, so he dropped off his two dogs for me to doggy sit. 🙂 Now you would think, hey, that isn’t so bad, but I have 3 dogs of my own and one of mine doesn’t get along with his and on top of that they all think they should be in the house. But with a little creative scheduling… It was actually quite fun.
Dogpile bedtime was a little uncomfortable, though. Haha!
Then on top of that, three weeks after these guys went home, my dog who doesn’t get along, came down with parvo. My fault. Life had been so hectic, I hadn’t gotten her in to get her shots so she spent 4 days at the vets. To top it off, two weeks before Christmas, I caught a virus and was sick for three weeks. (I’m still blaming the guy at the grocery store who was sneezing.)
Even with everything going on, I did manage to design and create two weekly planners, which I will do a blog post for in a couple of days.
The past three days have been relatively good. I am finally getting back to the writing part of my life. In fact, I have been working on a memoir titled, “Dad Called Today” I wrote a blog post months ago telling about a phone conversation that I had, had with my dad and my step-sister Val had said I should write a book about dad’s phone calls and ever since I have been jotting down past conversations on bits of paper everywhere, so…
This is just a draft copy of the cover. Not sure how it will turn out yet.
I love talking to my dad on the phone even when he’s yelling and cussing me out and defying me, and raising my blood pressure.
I’m not asking for sympathy. Life has detours and sometimes it puts up roadblocks and makes us jump over hurdles to get to where we need to be. And I’m okay with that.
It’s just how does everyone juggle everything and still come out ahead?
I’m open to suggestions! 🙂
Tomorrow I’m off to see my dad. Oh, and just so you know they are doing pretty good. Jinny is off of hospice care and getting stronger every day!
See you in a couple of days. Till then, HUGS!