I was just reading on someone's blog the other day about how life isn't all pretty. Bloggers tend to post the fluff and good stuff, but don't always reveal the darker side of life. I, for one, can tell you my life isn't all butterflies and cotton candy. And, sometimes, I'll post just that. I am who I am - the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I'm not a "woe is me" kind of gal and don't go seeking pity parties. I hate drama and try not to feed in to it. I honestly try to see the blessings, even from the bad things.
But as a real, raw blogger let me tell you about what's been on my plate for the last couple of days:
My mother lives with me and the roles have reversed. I'm now the mother in the relationship. She requires my care. And sometimes that care requires a lot of patience and tolerance.
The other day she went off in Mentally Deranged Land and almost didn't get off the ride. She regularly experiences UTI (Urinary Tract Infection) and I believe she has Sundowners. This causes hallucinations and accusations. The most recent was that she tried to escape twice in the middle of the night. The next morning, I was a thief and had taken all her money, meds, and clothes. Even after proving otherwise, I was still a liar. It was a lot to not take it personally.
Some time later she realized I hadn't taken anything and started wailing for forgiveness. It was a roller coaster of emotions.
I called her nurse to came in twice to get a Urinalysis to detect UTI. Mom couldn't pee to save her soul. Hopefully today will be better.
Although mom couldn't pee, she had no problem dropping a deuce. Which, in turn, clogged the toilet. While I'm working the plunger and trying to keep the walls from being splattered nasty brown, my stomach took a turn for the worse and decided it'd take it's own #2. (PERFECT TIMING! I have IBS and can go two weeks without giving birth to poop babies. And just at that time my stomach wants to expel.....immediately!)
I have no choice and did the only reasonable thing at the time. I grabbed the trash can out of the pantry and dropped pants. I dookied right into the trash in the middle of the kitchen. Ain't no shame in my game!
To round off the madness, my 16 yoa son hit a deer and jacked up the radiator. We don't know the extent of the damage yet but it's lookin' pretty major.
The girl my other son took to Homecoming won't return his texts or calls. She spent the entire dance with him and even had him meet the 'rents. Once the dance is done, she is gone.
I'm sure there's much more to come. Every day is a TV episode. And even I don't know the outcome.
There are many times when my life is pretty and a pocket full of posy. But there's also the Fugly side of it all. It's my life; it's my reality. And I wouldn't have it any other way.