Monday, July 27, 2009
How old are we?
Mama is feeling mean today.
If the wrong breeze brushes by me, I’m going to blow.
Just one of those days when I feel angry at everyone and everything.
I had a nightmare experience with Nana in Stop and Shop. Taking care of her is wearing me thin. She’s my grandmother and so, of course, I will do all I can, but sometimes I think I’m going to lose it big time.
Taking care of a 7-month old, a five-year-old, and a ninety-year-old is just plain crazy.
Especially when the ninety-year-old says in front of the five-year-old, “I want to die.”
And then, of course, you get the five-year-old saying to the ninety-year-old, “Why don’t you go home.”
So much fun to explain to them both that it’s because the other is “only five,” or “very old.”