I was really struggling on Thursday. At work, they are once again moving to try to discipline me and get me in trouble. I have been thinking a lot about this is weekend (naturally) and thinking about how to counter what they are doing. I think I've got a better handle on this now (11/25) than I did on the 21st.
In general, I had a bad week. Work was bad. Dad has got his hip infection under control, which means he's feeling better, which in turn means hi is yelling at everyone (mom, me, Caroline) And barking orders. He tells me I am not helping mom enough. Mom of course won't accept help. There is nothing that can be said to him or her that would improve things. Despite how much effort we've been putting in, dad in particular still thinks I'd rather not be helpful.
He's excited to be getting better. "I could live another year!" He says. I don't know how mom or I are going to last a year at this pace.
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