Starting All Over

It's amazing how lack of sleep turns you into a grouch.

I came home from Sis' in the late morning. Because I had planned to come home, I hadn't brought much with me. I didn't have the car as The Man preferred that I stayed home to look after my own family so he insisted on keeping the car for errands. I didn't expect to have to share a bed with mom. With my cough still more active at night, I didn't want my hacking to wake everyone so I slept in the basement.

I didn't sleep well. This morning, I had no clothes to change into, no meds to take, no towel to pat dry.

I talked to The Man who told me the city workers had come back this morning to finish trimming the tree. They arrived after he left for work so The Boy had to deal with moving the car. But The Boy doesn't drive, and he didn't have a key so the neighbour couldn't move it either. Oh boy. I should have been home.

When Nanny came back from shopping, I asked her when she is leaving as I needed to go home for a spell. She kindly offered to take Niece for the whole day to free me up. Now that I am home, I fed my fish, got changed, took my meds, gathered a towel, a sheet, a blanket, and a change of clothes.

I see the tree has been trimmed a bit, but I won't worry about that any more.

A friend happened to phone. I told her what I am doing this week. She understands. There is a reason we age and move on to different phases of life. If I still harbour thoughts of becoming a mother by adoption, I think I have settled it now. I need to move on. I cannot revisit past phases of life too often.

Meanwhile, I feel fortified. I will clean up my own house a bit, then get back to my niece and nephew, with the car.