Seriously.
I'm not sure who's in worse shape mentally. Mr. C or me. I know I'm doing well as a runner-up thats for sure.
I think it's mostly feeling like I'm tied to my house.
I have things to do and my entire 'normal' is just non-existent now. I try to schedule things with Mr. C, to no avail.
The only thing he cooperates with is the aide coming twice a week. Little does he know but I want her to start coming three times a week now.
Laundry calls.
A little background info
- Bridget Young
- I'm a thirty-something wife and mom of two.