Sometimes things just come together. And thank God they do. Since I had returned from my dad’s last week, I’d been working on his finances, trying to find a way to pay for his 24-hour home care. When I brought him a check for the first week of care, he took one look at the amount and refused to sign it. “This should be covered,” he said. (See “I shall not be charged”) I promised to try to get it covered and by the time I left, I lied and said that I had. read more
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Dad’s latest accident — fifth in a series: I shall not be charged
We continue the saga of Dad’s latest accident. Let’s tune in.
Friday was the third day I spent at Dad’s and it brought a huge snowstorm, well, huge for someone used to Seattle, but the 24-hour aide took a cab to Dad’s house in the morning, thank God. He asked what my dad needed and I told him about Dad’s state of health – couldn’t walk, coughing and in and out of reality — and that Dad was nocturnal. The night before, Dad woke at 11 p.m. and wanted me to take him to another room. I said no, because I was exhausted, had to go to bed and couldn’t help him back and forth for two hours. I couldn’t lift him by myself, either. He’s skinny, but he’s solid. I told him to call me if he needed me. read more
Dad’s latest accident — second in the series: Rehab
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Light was just peeking through the trees when the phone rang. My husband rolled over and picked it up. “Hello?” he listened. “It’s for you.”
“Hi, I don’t know what time it is there –” a woman said on the other end.
“It’s 6 a.m.,” I said.
“Oh, sorry, well, I’m the social worker at the hospital and I wanted to tell you we’re transferring your dad to rehab today.” read more
I hate school!
Hereditary Insanity has been chosen to compete with the Top 100 Mommy Bloggers by Coupon Audit. Please take a moment to vote for the blog, that is, if you think it’s worthwhile. If I win, it would be an amazing accomplishment, especially to present to publishers when I’m trying to sell my book. I really appreciate everyone who reads this blog. It blows my mind, actually. Thanks for reading! Here’s the link. I’m number 75: Top 100 Mommy Bloggers
I hate school. I hate pencils. I hate books. I hate teachers, dirty looks. My oldest kid hasn’t even started school and I’m already at odds with the system. She should have already started kindergarten, but the school district deems her too young by a couple of months and they wouldn’t even let her test in. (See “Parenting 101: Letting go“) I learned about that last February and I’m still pissed off. read more
Home Repairs or “Sealer at Home Depot”
It was Monday night. The car had broken down that afternoon — it was a whole ordeal — and I’d finally lain down in bed. Matt burst into our bedroom and said, “We’ve got water coming into the house!” I got up and headed to the basement. Sure enough, the bathroom floor was soaked, as was the carpet in the bar and the laundry room floor. We looked at the damage, mentally tallying up the cost to fix it. A few days later, I told my father. read more
