I humbly submit the reason I do not have a life as of late.
It's my Dad's truck. I guess that's what happens when you meet a farmer using a unlighted skid loader to pull a hay wagon out onto a county highway at night. Nice isn't it.
Subsequently, that little party maker has the ability to suck every moment I have from my life. I now visit ER's, surgeons, hospitals and pharmacies with uncomfortable frequency. I view more naked body parts than one should ever see of a parental unit and just when I thought my days of writing down poop & potty schedules was done I have been proven wrong.
And just to underline the experience to near lottery status, every distant relative removed to the 100th degree calls to offer their support (and by support I mean that sneaky way they want to ask questions they have no right to have the answer too) but do not offer to visit or bring a dinner in an effort to give us (and by us I mean me) a break.
On the bright side I can now multitask 5 schedules at a time, read cryptic narcotic drug instructions without question, screen multiple phones at a glance and tell people to piss off on command.
Ahh ~ if it wasn't for the balls I'd be King.
It's my Dad's truck. I guess that's what happens when you meet a farmer using a unlighted skid loader to pull a hay wagon out onto a county highway at night. Nice isn't it.
Subsequently, that little party maker has the ability to suck every moment I have from my life. I now visit ER's, surgeons, hospitals and pharmacies with uncomfortable frequency. I view more naked body parts than one should ever see of a parental unit and just when I thought my days of writing down poop & potty schedules was done I have been proven wrong.
And just to underline the experience to near lottery status, every distant relative removed to the 100th degree calls to offer their support (and by support I mean that sneaky way they want to ask questions they have no right to have the answer too) but do not offer to visit or bring a dinner in an effort to give us (and by us I mean me) a break.
On the bright side I can now multitask 5 schedules at a time, read cryptic narcotic drug instructions without question, screen multiple phones at a glance and tell people to piss off on command.
Ahh ~ if it wasn't for the balls I'd be King.
So sorry to hear about your Dad! Hope he heals up soon!
I hope you Dad has a speedy recovery. Don't worry about the relatives, that is there job!!
Wow. I'm so sorry. That's a nasty looking crash--you need to get caller ID so you aren't interrupted by those "helpful" kin.
That's terrible! Hope life slows down soon!
You are amazing.
It just never stops, does it.
Balls, or not, you are no one to mess with. Queen Blarney!
I wish I could do something to make your days easier. (hug)