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One red neck retirement away from bliss
Between Lucy freaking out over all the fireworks, the asshole neighbor with his friends doing their best to torment The Curmudgeon all day, and The Curmudgeon griping to me about it…I have had it.
If I had the income to make it alone, I’d be out of here in a heart beat.
Oh hell, one nice lottery win would do it. Yes, that’s it, the old red neck retirement system.
Stop the craziness she wants to get off
So yesterday found Lucy hiding in her crate most of the night. I’m sure today she’ll be in a worse state.
I left the door open and dropped the towel in front of it and she was okay with that.
Let’s play ‘spot the bully’
Nope, you can’t really see her from here she’s ALL the way in back.
Today’s Tee shirt
The Curmudgeon’s Tee shirt
I want to find a quiet place
So there’s the rude neighbor giving The Curmudgeon fits because his music is so loud we can’t have the house open on such a nice cool day.
Later the music was still extremely loud, The Curmudgeon was trying to sleep, and he called the police on them.
Yes, he goes to bed early but he has to because he’s exhausted.
Battling secondary progressive Multiple Sclerosis 24/7 is a tiring job he never asked to have. There were no interviews, no applications. Nope. The job was thrust upon him.
Then there are all the idiots who are setting of fireworks and making Lucy a wreck. Gee, thanks you knuckle dragging imbeciles.
I is going to hide in my crate forever.
Caregiving is exhausting
Both mentally and physically, being my husband’s caregiver, is exhausting.
I haven’t had a solid 6 hour night’s sleep since October. Mind you I said 6 and meant 6 because the most I seem to get is 4 or 5.
I’d be thrilled with 6, ecstatic with 8.
My back is in constant pain from helping him up from the floor when he insists I don’t ‘need’ to get help.
I just spent an entire hour putting this month’s worth of his medications together.
Yep, my back is killing me now.
I haven’t had a break from this in three years. I am very, very tired.
I am holding on to my sanity by a thread.
If I hit the lottery you will not hear from me for a while.
I will have …
Permanently.
It had to get better
The day began with the doorbell (loud Westminster chimes), above my head, waking me up at 9 a.m..
Mind you I went to sleep after 5 a.m..
The mowers had arrived to cut my grass.
After the mowers left, I took the dogs out, stopped to take care of me, and then went back to sleep.
That lasted for about a half an hour.
That’s when The Curmudgeon decided to shred some mail. Then he cranked the volume up on the TV.
(He’s for sale to anyone who wants him.)
So with a grand total of 4 and one half hours worth of sleep. I yelled at him, crawled off the couch to feed the dogs, and poured some coffee down my throat.
That done, I called G and told her we needed to leave soonest before she had to bail me out of jail.
We took off to get some shopping done.
Did not find what I needed at Ollie’s. We headed to Weis’s market to pick up lottery tickets. Then to the liquor store, Target, and a late lunch at Applebee’s.
I’d cooled of by the time we got home.
After dinner, I took a four pack of Myx fusion Muscato over to G’s. We liked it!
It rained today…
Finally.
The grass was beginning to die and none of the plants were real happy with me except the vegetables that I water daily.
The only one aghast at the rain was Lucy. She did not want to go out in it so I had to boot her out the door. Talk about an indignant pee break. But she had barked and danced at the back door to go out so there was no backing down.
Today’s Tee shirt.
Making a few inroads on the cleaning
My house is filthy. I admit it. I have neglected it something awful. I feel helpless to get it done but I am trying.
I have not had the energy to clean as thoroughly as I should for a few years now. I look at all that needs doing and just hide from him and everyone else and cry.
Most of it stems from my back hurting so bad all the time. (I have, on too many occasions, hurt it getting The Curmudgeon up from the floor.) I can only do so much and then I have to sit down to ease the pain.
I don’t have the time or energy to run back and forth to the doctor for my back and my numb arm. My Tens machine can only help so much.
Therefore, my house is dirty.
I try but I can’t seem to get it clean enough to begin to keep up with it. then I get depressed and don’t even want to be here.
As of lately, I am working on clearing out the back porch. I have hopes of managing to do each room of the house and then finding a way to keep up with the mess.
So now my garden gets neglected. Sigh.
Then there’s the attic, I need to hire someone to do it. I know that room is way beyond me. The mess from the roofer is more than I can handle.
Yesterday’s shirt
Yesterday’s Tee shirt
I buy some of my Tee shirts from teddythedog.com. I really enjoy their shirts and other products, like Lucy’s blanket, Ted.
This shirt I bought from them because all profits went to the Pulse Victims Fund.
Yes, we have two refrigerators…
Why? Because his idiot parents designed the kitchen and only left room for a very small one. The second one gives me spill-over room.
We’d used our original coppertone fridge for a spill-over fridge when we got a new one about five years ago. (That one had to fit in the small space where the coppertone one was. So it too is small of stature and room.)
So when our 43-year-old coppertone (our original refrigerator) died, I needed a new one to replace it.
The new one, being on the back porch, has only one size restraint. It had to fit through the doors.
Time to make a huge bowl of potato salad now that I have room to put it away.
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