I was able to get about 30 minutes to clean my garage this afternoon. I'm very excited to get it ready for my scrapbook classroom, but YUK, so much dirt and icky garage crap in there. I have a lot of work ahead of me.
I'm only able to work out there when Ryan is home and if he's downstairs watching television or something, so he can keep an eye on Mom.
If no one were watching Mom, she would get into everything. She still manages too, even if we are 'watching' her. She'll turn burners on and cook forks and knives, or like the last time, she put the coffee maker carafe on the burner and the handle melted to the burner. She'll turn water on full blast and then leave it. She'll lock the dogs in a room so they can't get out to go potty and they scratch at the doors. She'll glue things together or take my paper craft projects apart, feed the dogs food they shouldn't have, cook a meal in the oven of ketchup cheese and straws.
I knew this was going to happen eventually, but didn't know where or when. Yesterday, Ryan had a girl over from school. They were working on homework in the kitchen when Mom went in the kitchen and took her top off. Poor Ryan.
I have no money to hire someone to watch her so I can get things done outside.
If you haven't read already, in one of the many places I've been trying to post, I'm trying to sell some of my stuff. I have come up short on money for my bills. So, if you could please pass my blog address around to anyone who might be interested, I would greatly appreciate it.
http://robinredd.typepad.com/bargain_basement/
I know I'm beginning to sound annoying with this (because it's annoying me, too!) but I am trying to do everything I can to not have to pay my bills with a credit card.
Obviously, this also means I get no respite care, so please excuse my rants as I have a nervous breakdown before all this is done and over with. I know it's going to work out totally fine but it'll be at least a month until I see some relief.
Thanks so much for listening to me! Writing is quite an effective therapy for me and it's even better if I can publish it for anyone to see. I do have some therapeutic journaling done that I cannot publish but it's just not the same. This way, I feel like there might be someone out there listening to me.
Peace Out!
