Friday, December 11, 2020
I sit here at the kitchen table, eating a micro wave burger party. No vegies, no bread. I look over to see my gd working her online homework, her notebooks, papers, books etc strewn all over the table. I think about needing to still finish the clothes my 2yr old gs threw up all over ( we are thinking he may have stomach bug. He I one in a few in the us with a condition where his intestine can and has turned inside of itself leaving an option of surgery. If not the blockage can continue to the point of death. I sit here thinking of all the "stuff" around the house I trust to fix/ bandaid to stretch out for a few more days knowing when that happens we wont have enough money to replace. My wife 13 yrs my junior but still taking about 12 pills a day to include 2 injections for diabetes. I sit here at the table turning around to look out the kitchen door window outside thinking " really",is this really all there is. I'm 62 disabled because of my heart, will never again hold a job. I'm Mr Mom trying to clean and keep the house together with a broken broom and dustpan with no bottom.
I go through the motions, but I have up trying to keep up a smile. Well, break is over time to get back cleaning.