Well Alrighty Then!
Have you ever had one of those weeks where Murphy's Law was in full effect? Yes, me too. Actually, it has been a couple of weeks of that kind of luck for me. So, much for the luck of the Irish on St. Patty's Day. Actually, this all began about a week before St. Patty's Day although, I was holding out hope that the luck of the anyone would visit me before then as long as it was good luck.
I rolled out of bed as usual and got dressed and was looking forward to the day. My mom had a good night for once in a long time. I did my usual 2 million chores that I do in the morning, OK, maybe not that many but it feels like that many sometimes. I got my mom all situated, fed, meds, bathed, clothed, etc..my son the same basically and he was all set up to do some school work on the computer and then it happened. The computer made a loud buzzing noise and then it beeped and then it died. After a few minutes of cursing and wanting to throw it out of the nearest window I called my friend who told me it would be worth just to get another one. So, there was only one problem with that suggestion. My pockets were almost empty but it was a long month before of paying medical bills and just trying to run the household on a budget. So, I said OK, a new or used computer will have to wait and I drug out some books and workbooks for my son to use. He was not nearly as excited as using the computer and gave me a frown and rolled his eyes but I told him that was as good as it was going to get for now. We just have to roll with the punches. Go with the flow, see the glass half full, all that good stuff that they say when you are just having a horrible week. So, we looked to the bright side knowing that things could be worse and opened all the books and learned, the old fashioned way as he called it.
Well, that day went pretty good for half the day. Then my mom, who has become the picky eater now days, which I don't know when that happened, I am assuming that it was all that time spent in the hospital when she hated all the food they gave her. Now, the last time I was there, ten years ago, when I had my son, it actually wasn't too bad. I managed to eat it and some of it was even good. But, nonetheless, my mom had turned into the food critic of the year now and very picky. I offered her what I thought was a good lunch, what I thought was her favorite lunch. I guess over the many hospital visits her favorite changed and she informed me that she didn't want a tuna fish sandwich on wheat bread with tomatoes, lettuce and a hint of onions toasted and an orange on the side with some vitamin water. That would never do that was not what she planned on eating. I gave her lunch to my son and asked her what she wanted. Her new favorite thing now is tacos. She can eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Before she would hardly ever eat tacos and complain when we had them more then once a month. I went with the flow after mumbling under my breath hoping she could not hear me sounding like her when I was little and complained about eating something she fixed. Yep, at that very moment I had turned into my mother. Luckily, I had planned on having tacos for dinner which would now be moved to lunch and dinner was then a mystery. Tacos, it was and apparently, I had fried the tortilla too hard so it was two tacos. The crunchy one for me and a lightly fried one for her. All was good again in our house for a minute anyway.
It was all good until I checked the mail. Of course nothing ever hardly comes in the mail that is good. Not for me anyway. More medical bills from the ambulance company that needed "Immediate attention" so I gave it my immediate attention and put it in the to be paid pile on what I call the "white thing" in the kitchen. It will be paid as immediate as I can pay it. I was secretly cursing medicare too for only covering 80 percent off all these bills and wishing that I had found an affordable plan D, E, F or whatever plan I needed for my mom to cover the rest or some of the rest that I didn't know she needed until all this stuff happened to her. I am new to this game and still learning. So, after a few choice cuss words under my breath and eating lunch myself I actually felt a little better.
The rest of the week consisted of me tripping up and down the stairs twice, a broken glass I broke while doing dishes and then getting distracted while looking out of the window to see where this barking dog was in the parking lot all while calling my son out of the window to come inside because all I needed was a rabid dog to bite him. (That was all going on in my mind at the time) Then came the washer which broke right in the middle of the cycle it decided to just stop. Why it just stopped I don't know. How to fix it I don't know. What I do know is that the warranty ran out a couple of months ago. I know that because when I called the woman told me and gave me a short list of possible repair people. And what I do know that I had a washer full of wet clothes that had to be rung out by hand and dried and that took the majority of two days. But, I tried to remain positive and said it could be worse, it could be worse which became my mantra for a couple of weeks. In reality, I knew it could be worse because it has been worse.
But, then it got better again. I managed to get a new refurbished computer as a gift and am back online again. It was a pain using and sharing my phone with my son. And my mom got off of her taco eating kick for a minute and actually ate the baked chicken I cooked for her with veggies and rice. I was almost so happy that I almost did the happy dance as I watched her eat without complaining. Actually, the rest of the family ate happily and didn't complain either. Usually someone does not like something and I am scrambling to try to find things that everyone will eat and use stuff before it expires and running around like a chicken with my head cut off to quote my grandmother, at dinner time. I have found a partial solution for that though. I am now trying to cook once a week with everyone as a family. I am trying, sometimes they cooperate and sometimes not. But, so far so good.
This week has been a so-so week. Nothing unusually bad has happened, knock on wood and I am still feeling blessed to have my family, picky eaters and all, and a roof over my head and all the other good stuff that comes along with that.
Now, it is taco time!
I rolled out of bed as usual and got dressed and was looking forward to the day. My mom had a good night for once in a long time. I did my usual 2 million chores that I do in the morning, OK, maybe not that many but it feels like that many sometimes. I got my mom all situated, fed, meds, bathed, clothed, etc..my son the same basically and he was all set up to do some school work on the computer and then it happened. The computer made a loud buzzing noise and then it beeped and then it died. After a few minutes of cursing and wanting to throw it out of the nearest window I called my friend who told me it would be worth just to get another one. So, there was only one problem with that suggestion. My pockets were almost empty but it was a long month before of paying medical bills and just trying to run the household on a budget. So, I said OK, a new or used computer will have to wait and I drug out some books and workbooks for my son to use. He was not nearly as excited as using the computer and gave me a frown and rolled his eyes but I told him that was as good as it was going to get for now. We just have to roll with the punches. Go with the flow, see the glass half full, all that good stuff that they say when you are just having a horrible week. So, we looked to the bright side knowing that things could be worse and opened all the books and learned, the old fashioned way as he called it.
Well, that day went pretty good for half the day. Then my mom, who has become the picky eater now days, which I don't know when that happened, I am assuming that it was all that time spent in the hospital when she hated all the food they gave her. Now, the last time I was there, ten years ago, when I had my son, it actually wasn't too bad. I managed to eat it and some of it was even good. But, nonetheless, my mom had turned into the food critic of the year now and very picky. I offered her what I thought was a good lunch, what I thought was her favorite lunch. I guess over the many hospital visits her favorite changed and she informed me that she didn't want a tuna fish sandwich on wheat bread with tomatoes, lettuce and a hint of onions toasted and an orange on the side with some vitamin water. That would never do that was not what she planned on eating. I gave her lunch to my son and asked her what she wanted. Her new favorite thing now is tacos. She can eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Before she would hardly ever eat tacos and complain when we had them more then once a month. I went with the flow after mumbling under my breath hoping she could not hear me sounding like her when I was little and complained about eating something she fixed. Yep, at that very moment I had turned into my mother. Luckily, I had planned on having tacos for dinner which would now be moved to lunch and dinner was then a mystery. Tacos, it was and apparently, I had fried the tortilla too hard so it was two tacos. The crunchy one for me and a lightly fried one for her. All was good again in our house for a minute anyway.
It was all good until I checked the mail. Of course nothing ever hardly comes in the mail that is good. Not for me anyway. More medical bills from the ambulance company that needed "Immediate attention" so I gave it my immediate attention and put it in the to be paid pile on what I call the "white thing" in the kitchen. It will be paid as immediate as I can pay it. I was secretly cursing medicare too for only covering 80 percent off all these bills and wishing that I had found an affordable plan D, E, F or whatever plan I needed for my mom to cover the rest or some of the rest that I didn't know she needed until all this stuff happened to her. I am new to this game and still learning. So, after a few choice cuss words under my breath and eating lunch myself I actually felt a little better.
The rest of the week consisted of me tripping up and down the stairs twice, a broken glass I broke while doing dishes and then getting distracted while looking out of the window to see where this barking dog was in the parking lot all while calling my son out of the window to come inside because all I needed was a rabid dog to bite him. (That was all going on in my mind at the time) Then came the washer which broke right in the middle of the cycle it decided to just stop. Why it just stopped I don't know. How to fix it I don't know. What I do know is that the warranty ran out a couple of months ago. I know that because when I called the woman told me and gave me a short list of possible repair people. And what I do know that I had a washer full of wet clothes that had to be rung out by hand and dried and that took the majority of two days. But, I tried to remain positive and said it could be worse, it could be worse which became my mantra for a couple of weeks. In reality, I knew it could be worse because it has been worse.
But, then it got better again. I managed to get a new refurbished computer as a gift and am back online again. It was a pain using and sharing my phone with my son. And my mom got off of her taco eating kick for a minute and actually ate the baked chicken I cooked for her with veggies and rice. I was almost so happy that I almost did the happy dance as I watched her eat without complaining. Actually, the rest of the family ate happily and didn't complain either. Usually someone does not like something and I am scrambling to try to find things that everyone will eat and use stuff before it expires and running around like a chicken with my head cut off to quote my grandmother, at dinner time. I have found a partial solution for that though. I am now trying to cook once a week with everyone as a family. I am trying, sometimes they cooperate and sometimes not. But, so far so good.
This week has been a so-so week. Nothing unusually bad has happened, knock on wood and I am still feeling blessed to have my family, picky eaters and all, and a roof over my head and all the other good stuff that comes along with that.
Now, it is taco time!
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