Journaling

Welp, I'm starting a new project and will be SEVERELY (thanks JRod) limiting my time on social media, including FJ, for the next few weeks. But I'll try to check in once a week or so to keep up with all those crazy fundie shenanigans!  

I'm house sitting and I preheated the oven without checking it  I melted the lid to the pyrex. 

I'm house sitting and I preheated the oven without checking it  I melted the lid to the pyrex. 

I got complimented today on my high degree of snark about Branch Trumpvidians!  Day.  Made.

So what did I miss during my first four weeks of Mommyhood? Who wants to point me to the best and craziest?

Found an apartment I LOVE...now to get over the anxiety over the rent. 

Took me until my mid-40s to figure out that my mental health did not jive with being brought up by authoritarian parents and therefore I am NOT crazy.  One visit with an amazing therapist, who's jaw was on the floor the whole time, affirmed what I should have already known.  You see now that my siblings are starting families of their own (40s and late to the baby party) they are finally seeing and experiencing what I have for the past 15 years or make that my lifetime.  However, now that my parents are getting elderly, sick and frail I need to try very hard not to become consumed by guilt for years lost because I still love them very much.  I drove my Dad (with Mom in tow - she doesn't drive and is tremendously frail for a woman in her early 70s thanks to good old osteoporosis, Parkinsons and a host of other problems) to a biopsy of swollen lymph nodes in his neck, mass to his thyroid and mass under his tongue today.  Dad is in his 80s and takes care of Mom.  I am their go-to (refer to siblings with infants above who also live out of town) and am glad to be quite honestly.  Maybe it will make up for lost time...  Thanks for listening.*
*Update: Dad has cancer aaaaand I forgot to hit submit when I originally wrote this.  I feel broken inside
 

Walked with my walker on wheels (rollator) today for the first time. Just turned 32 last Saturday, but hey, if it gives me some more freedom, I gladly accept!

One of those mornings where I wish I could sleep until noon. 

First off, I am not suicidal. 
But I'm not exactly looking forward to whatever horrible news I'll wake up to tomorrow morning.