Just So Sick of the Struggle
It is hard to be the parent of an adult child. When kids are young their mistakes, while catasttophic at the times they occur, are usually small. There are consequences, but they are in proportion to the age and experience of the kid in the main. When kids get older, their mistakes have greater impact, and there's so much less that one, as a parent, can do.
I am having a break this weekend from wound care. Dora will come on Friday, Saturday and Sunday to do the irrigation and dressing change. I really needed this. It's getting quite hard to do the care on a daily basis. A few days off will be a great blessing.
It's so late. I can hear Charlie Rose coming on. I'll be sorry tomorrow, but tonight my heart is heavy and my burdens feel heavier too. Shortly I will be swept into the arms of blessed Morpheus and all the care and troubles of my life will depart for a few hours.
Time to be grateful that I can take action, even if my every action does not meet with unanimous approval. Time to give a shit, but how.
It looks as if my hours will be cut in half within the next 10 days. I have another job possibility and must begin looking into that in earnest next week. I have to call the new potential employer tomorrow and set an appointment to meet.
I am not adverse to leaving Joanne, even though she is much improved and way less of a psycho than before. I do wish that she could see how complicit she is in the demise of her wonderful business. I can't quite pinpoint when she decided to quite giving it 100% or why she decided. All I know is that she did decide, and soon I'll be gone.
I told her today about Gitta and my conversation with her. I expected her to take it badly that another realtor might want to hire me, but she took it with grace. Then later she said, "I don't want this to happen." What could I say? I wanted to say "Well, clearly, you do, Joanne, because you're creating this daily." Instead I said, "Neither do I." Just as true as the former.
Yet, I feel that moving on to Gitta could be a great blessing. We'll see. Won't be much of a blessing if she makes me a terrible offer, but I was quite candid with her about what I make. She can't steal me, because if she'd try, she's fail.
Maybe it's time to immigrate to New Zealand.
I am having a break this weekend from wound care. Dora will come on Friday, Saturday and Sunday to do the irrigation and dressing change. I really needed this. It's getting quite hard to do the care on a daily basis. A few days off will be a great blessing.
It's so late. I can hear Charlie Rose coming on. I'll be sorry tomorrow, but tonight my heart is heavy and my burdens feel heavier too. Shortly I will be swept into the arms of blessed Morpheus and all the care and troubles of my life will depart for a few hours.
Time to be grateful that I can take action, even if my every action does not meet with unanimous approval. Time to give a shit, but how.
It looks as if my hours will be cut in half within the next 10 days. I have another job possibility and must begin looking into that in earnest next week. I have to call the new potential employer tomorrow and set an appointment to meet.
I am not adverse to leaving Joanne, even though she is much improved and way less of a psycho than before. I do wish that she could see how complicit she is in the demise of her wonderful business. I can't quite pinpoint when she decided to quite giving it 100% or why she decided. All I know is that she did decide, and soon I'll be gone.
I told her today about Gitta and my conversation with her. I expected her to take it badly that another realtor might want to hire me, but she took it with grace. Then later she said, "I don't want this to happen." What could I say? I wanted to say "Well, clearly, you do, Joanne, because you're creating this daily." Instead I said, "Neither do I." Just as true as the former.
Yet, I feel that moving on to Gitta could be a great blessing. We'll see. Won't be much of a blessing if she makes me a terrible offer, but I was quite candid with her about what I make. She can't steal me, because if she'd try, she's fail.
Maybe it's time to immigrate to New Zealand.