Stressed Out

Hello Everyone:

It is a very chilly Sunday evening and time to blog. The weekend was chill, thank goodness, after about a week running around like a crazy person. By Friday afternoon I was so exhausted that the idea of cleaning the kitchen just seemed too much. However, I cleaned it. Princess sis finally got off her privileged bony behind to come over and check in on mum who had a cold but really it was a touch of pneumonia. Madame brought over some cough drops and cold medicine, which seemed to help. Mum really needs to get someone to help her out for a couple of weeks and a regular housekeeper.  I can only do so much and it the stress is really getting to me. The good news is mum’s starting to feel better—she’s chattering endlessly and her appetite is coming back. That’s the good news. The bad news?  Well, right now there isn’t any bad news and that’s a good thing. At least I get a chance to rest and get back into my morning routine. One of mum’s reasonably sane friends has been bringing lunch everyday. She’s an incredibly nice lady who never has anything bad to say about anyone or anything. She left a voicemail today about an MIA cheque before that she had some kind words for me that left me thinking if you knew how badly I wanted to leave, you wouldn’t praise me. Yes, I really just want to leave and never come back. The funny thing is I don’t feel at all guilty about thinking or writing it. I’m not even second guessing myself. I just want out.