The last 24 hours have been exhausting. My aunt and uncle left yesterday, about this time of day. It has been a shambles since. Not even with that. Just everything.
I had to be on the truck late afternoon yesterday. The generator has gone down again, so we took out a portable, and it was 20 degrees. So cold. My driver cut the hell out of his hand on the extension cord for the portable unit.
Went to my mother's house, where I spent the night to keep an eye on her. She did well. I didn't. I just couldn't sleep there, and I was worried all night she would have a fall or something. She didn't. She seemed fine. I was not.
I came home at 8 a.m. this morning. My son left a 1/2 gallon of milk out on the counter over night. I left it there. Took a shower. Got into my bed. Got about an hour of sleep when my truck driver called me and said the catalytic converter was stolen off the truck at 6 a.m. We have cameras. That is really the worst part. Watching it happen and not being able to stop it after the fact. I walked downstairs while I was on the phone with the 5.0 and my son had put the milk back in the fridge. I'm going to ask him to bring me a glass later and see if he actually lets me drink it.
My sister has been on a tangent over my uncle leaving. Hasn't spoken to me since she dipped out of mother car 3 months ago, but sure can rattle off texts yesterday and today. Fuck her.
Oh this day won't seem to stop. It is now 2:20. I am going to try to take another little nap. Maybe another hour. I have canceled truck bookings, called Ford dealerships, dealt with police, cared for my mother, not smacked my son, and 1 hour of teletherapy that was ended with him saying "Jenn, you know you can call me anytime". And I need to be back over at my mom's around 5 again tonight. Hope and faith are fading I think...or maybe I just need a nap.
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