Come Saturday morning

The laundry is downstairs being laundered. Then I will go downstairs, and it will be dried. Then will come the folding.

My life is all over the place. There is the daughter, still leaning on us heavily for childcare. They will be here all day, Monday through Friday, while on spring break. I love my grandchildren, but we all don’t really do well when they’re around us too much. After all, those who live here are grandparents and an uncle. We’re supposed to just see them on occasion, when we can spoil them rotten and send them home. However, thus far, since moving out we’ve seen almost as much of them as we saw when they lived here. (They moved out officially on December 24.) We already provide after school care because the place they were going was just too expensive now that my daughter has to pay her own rent. Now, because the day care service her job uses was all booked up before she got around to putting in for it, we’ ll have them all week.

I’ll make the best of it, of course I will; as mentioned above, I do love them. But this upcoming week will have a heavy workload, and I’ll have to juggle their lunches and other needs in the middle of all that. Oh boo the !@#$ hoo, right? I get to spend time with two of the coolest people I know, sibling rivalry and all.

Then there’s my uncle suffering from severe depression. He comes up with all sorts of things he needs me to do because he doesn’t want to leave his apartment. HOWEVER, he has now begun to try to get himself out for daily walks around the block. That’s major progress.

The ex-husband is also dealing with major depression.

In both cases, they’re being given different medications to try to bring them out of it. They don’t seem to be working very well, at least not at this time. Hopefully some relief is in their near futures.

I am a bit stressed, but at least I am not suffering. And grandkids and their lunches are good things. Yay for good things!