Well here we go...it's the Saturday after Thanksgiving...the day after Black Friday. I have laundry piled a mile high, but not because I was shopping. My back decided to "act up". I couldn't even put on my freakin socks!!! What the hell???? Hubby and I made it as far as Academy, then I gave up. Headed over to the local First Care and got an injection of Toradol. I have an appointment Monday for my back, just needed something to get me through the weekend, I hope it lasts that long, but I doubt it.
I've been 40 since July 30th. I'm not sure I feel any different than 39. I had hoped I'd be farther along financially at this point in my life, but oh well, do I blame it on the economy or myself? I think its me, I'm not working (paycheck wise). Hubby works an ungodly amount, but with 2 boys ages 16 and 14, we're stretched thin. And I really don't think I ever learned to "live within my means". Oh praise Jesus, here comes the rain. Which means electricity will be flickering, I'll have to finish later!
OK, back to business...my mom is about to retire in January. It's long overdue considering she has diabetes, chronic kidney disease (approx. 30% kidney function), and here's the kicker, she also has Parkinson's. Now how did this vibrant, hard working woman who at some points in my life worked 3 jobs, manage my disabled father, me, and her own mother living next door to her at the age of 40. I look back now, and I don't know how she did it. I'm practically begging her to sell her house and move next door to me. My 90 year old grandmother is now a resident of a local nursing home and has been since May. The change in my mom's health has been evident, they lived together for the last 15 years. But my grandmother's health didn't start declining till about 5 years ago. She was still out dancing on Saturday nights at the age of 80. My in-laws also live next door, but there's still room for mom in my backyard. She's worried about me having my thumb on her, shouldn't it be the other way around???
