Something about wearing white has a magical effect. I wore white pants the other day and people were so polite and friendly, I am now considering an all white outfit as my uniform. Good call. I like all those jobs too.
Sleep is so important and underrated at times. I have to disagree with you on naps, they are one of my favorite things, though I am also one of those people that continuously wake up and then falls back asleep easily. What is that?
I despise that the Dyson airwrap and blowdryer are worth the money and will probably end up getting them eventually and love them so much.
Merit and Charlotte Tilbury makeup. 👌
I worked at Gap Kids years ago and toddler/kid clothes are THE cutest.
I have PTSD from letting my then 8 year old and her bestie look up potential Halloween costumes online and accidentally clicking on Disney Porn! I always felt like the fact that it was Disney pron was more traumatic for them then if it had been regular porn!
I’m going to sit in a coffee shop and read as soon as my mother’s health aide arrives. Mom has Alzheimer’s and I deal with her 4:00 or 5:00 pm onward but days are mine and I can’t stand being home anymore because Alzheimer’s isn’t just forgetting things. It’s distorted thinking and, if you’re my stubborn angry mother, it’s often picking fights, trying to control me via my dog (“He’s lonely. If you’re going out, cancel it.), refusing help before bed thereby increasing fall risk times a thousand, and on good days, watching nature shows and not being able to place her in front of the television to zone out but interacting with her—“Yes, that whale is BIG!!” Because she doesn’t like to watch TV alone and all she wants is cable news or nature because she can’t follow a plot. She can’t read either. So anyone caring for her can’t do those things when they’re with her either. Honestly, it’s torture.
Right before her Alzheimer’s became so bad that it wasn’t safe for her to be alone anymore, I was getting into my writing again (what I do now to earn money and stay sane seeing really nice people is teach qigong), but all of this mother stuff has made writing much much harder.
For eight months, I spent the night at her house every night, starting with making her dinner and ending at 7 AM. In mid-December, she moved in with me and BF. I had been hoping to take her to a memory care place one mile away from me, with the hope she wouldn’t outlive her money, but she cried and cried and begged to live with us. I caved, and BF was on board because he’s from India and they’re more likely to care for their elderly at home.
It’s hellish for me. I told BF last night I don’t have any interest in being a person who perfects the art of taking care of a woman whose disease has made her petty, mean, and like a passive-aggressive 2-year-old. He suggested waiting until her 90th birthday in April. Okay, I can wait until then.
I don't leave my house on Oscar night because people at parties talk over the speeches and that just makes me march right into the bedroom, grab my jacket off the pile on the bed and exit post haste. So what's the point. I also don't like leaving the house. So there's that.
My 14-year old has to get volunteer hours for beta club which means I, too, have been racking up volunteer hours. While I should be happy to serve my community, I’m mostly irritated it means one more Saturday I have to get up early and do something someone else wants to do instead of doing nothing, which is what I want to do. I am assisting an unhoused neighbor while he tries to get into a residential treatment program but it’s exhausting because addiction is hard and being unhoused is hard and I don’t have answers but I have Google and so I make sure he has food and a kind ear and then I’m tired from it. How do people do this for their job? I’m exhausted feeling like someone’s lifeline. But I also don’t want him to not have one. Catch-22. I wish I were rich and then I could pay for him to go to real rehab somewhere but I’m not, so sandwiches and an ability to Internet will have to do for now. Beyond that I will ignore the mess that is my entire house and then be stressed out that I haven’t done anything about it while watching something on Netflix. Make dinner for family and then the weekend is over. Oh god this is not really very positive I am sorry. 😐
Going to a carnival and livestock show in Houston with my dude and our 3 kids (thankful for edibles). Sunday I’d like to do as little as possible. Maybe watercolor with the 5 year old.
I was a celebrity nanny for many years! I have always wanted to write a book. Do you want to help me? One of the many stories includes one of the Nannie’s I went to Montreal with claimed she was raped by a ghost down the hall from me … I have been mentioned in tabloids etc…
Watched kids. Sat on the porch swing soothed by the cool air and the rain. It's still cold outside but instead of stale cold it's getting and edge of spring. Made some iffy decisions and now I'm doing some art homework with a writing element. Graphic novel style panel. It's somewhat daunting to have closely examined writing and also drawing (and inking) as your dual responsibility. Can't I just be really good at one or the other? Both at once feels like spinning plates.
I'm writing stories about how I became a writer as it is, as you say, "pissing buckets." I'm two days sober and it's weird writing without a glass of wine. Sleep was OK while I was drinking. Terrible when I tried weed. Last night was OK. I'm a widow for 5 years and I had a boyfriend who dumped me three months ago. Mainly because I wasn't very nice to him. I was married for 40 years and thought I had relationships figured out. I had A Realtionship figured out. So I am trying not to text him, which he tolorates. Sigh. Writers are messed up but at least we have some great stories. Get some sleep! I'll try and become a paid reader when I get paid by my client.
It's amazing to me that people can write books. The whole process feels superhuman. Writers are just born special. I'm grateful for that because I was born to read.
I’ll be watching the Oscars and the beige/white carpet coverage.
I’m drinking a Banana Cream Olipop and getting a pedi with my 9 year old in rainy SF. Empanadas for lunch later!!
Something about wearing white has a magical effect. I wore white pants the other day and people were so polite and friendly, I am now considering an all white outfit as my uniform. Good call. I like all those jobs too.
Sleep is so important and underrated at times. I have to disagree with you on naps, they are one of my favorite things, though I am also one of those people that continuously wake up and then falls back asleep easily. What is that?
I despise that the Dyson airwrap and blowdryer are worth the money and will probably end up getting them eventually and love them so much.
Merit and Charlotte Tilbury makeup. 👌
I worked at Gap Kids years ago and toddler/kid clothes are THE cutest.
Enjoy your weekend! xx
I have PTSD from letting my then 8 year old and her bestie look up potential Halloween costumes online and accidentally clicking on Disney Porn! I always felt like the fact that it was Disney pron was more traumatic for them then if it had been regular porn!
Painting my office & hopefully it doesn’t snow here today so that I can start my outdoor cleanup of broken limbs & crap.
I’m going to sit in a coffee shop and read as soon as my mother’s health aide arrives. Mom has Alzheimer’s and I deal with her 4:00 or 5:00 pm onward but days are mine and I can’t stand being home anymore because Alzheimer’s isn’t just forgetting things. It’s distorted thinking and, if you’re my stubborn angry mother, it’s often picking fights, trying to control me via my dog (“He’s lonely. If you’re going out, cancel it.), refusing help before bed thereby increasing fall risk times a thousand, and on good days, watching nature shows and not being able to place her in front of the television to zone out but interacting with her—“Yes, that whale is BIG!!” Because she doesn’t like to watch TV alone and all she wants is cable news or nature because she can’t follow a plot. She can’t read either. So anyone caring for her can’t do those things when they’re with her either. Honestly, it’s torture.
Right before her Alzheimer’s became so bad that it wasn’t safe for her to be alone anymore, I was getting into my writing again (what I do now to earn money and stay sane seeing really nice people is teach qigong), but all of this mother stuff has made writing much much harder.
For eight months, I spent the night at her house every night, starting with making her dinner and ending at 7 AM. In mid-December, she moved in with me and BF. I had been hoping to take her to a memory care place one mile away from me, with the hope she wouldn’t outlive her money, but she cried and cried and begged to live with us. I caved, and BF was on board because he’s from India and they’re more likely to care for their elderly at home.
It’s hellish for me. I told BF last night I don’t have any interest in being a person who perfects the art of taking care of a woman whose disease has made her petty, mean, and like a passive-aggressive 2-year-old. He suggested waiting until her 90th birthday in April. Okay, I can wait until then.
Went and looked up that Dyson hair wonder tool. My God. It’s basically how I dry my hair, anyway, with the hot air brush or whatever. $500. Yikes.
I don't leave my house on Oscar night because people at parties talk over the speeches and that just makes me march right into the bedroom, grab my jacket off the pile on the bed and exit post haste. So what's the point. I also don't like leaving the house. So there's that.
My 14-year old has to get volunteer hours for beta club which means I, too, have been racking up volunteer hours. While I should be happy to serve my community, I’m mostly irritated it means one more Saturday I have to get up early and do something someone else wants to do instead of doing nothing, which is what I want to do. I am assisting an unhoused neighbor while he tries to get into a residential treatment program but it’s exhausting because addiction is hard and being unhoused is hard and I don’t have answers but I have Google and so I make sure he has food and a kind ear and then I’m tired from it. How do people do this for their job? I’m exhausted feeling like someone’s lifeline. But I also don’t want him to not have one. Catch-22. I wish I were rich and then I could pay for him to go to real rehab somewhere but I’m not, so sandwiches and an ability to Internet will have to do for now. Beyond that I will ignore the mess that is my entire house and then be stressed out that I haven’t done anything about it while watching something on Netflix. Make dinner for family and then the weekend is over. Oh god this is not really very positive I am sorry. 😐
Going to a carnival and livestock show in Houston with my dude and our 3 kids (thankful for edibles). Sunday I’d like to do as little as possible. Maybe watercolor with the 5 year old.
Pay attention to the dreams.
I was a celebrity nanny for many years! I have always wanted to write a book. Do you want to help me? One of the many stories includes one of the Nannie’s I went to Montreal with claimed she was raped by a ghost down the hall from me … I have been mentioned in tabloids etc…
PLEASE
When you go to McDonald’s, do you stop at just the shake or do you get like several other things?
Watched kids. Sat on the porch swing soothed by the cool air and the rain. It's still cold outside but instead of stale cold it's getting and edge of spring. Made some iffy decisions and now I'm doing some art homework with a writing element. Graphic novel style panel. It's somewhat daunting to have closely examined writing and also drawing (and inking) as your dual responsibility. Can't I just be really good at one or the other? Both at once feels like spinning plates.
I'm writing stories about how I became a writer as it is, as you say, "pissing buckets." I'm two days sober and it's weird writing without a glass of wine. Sleep was OK while I was drinking. Terrible when I tried weed. Last night was OK. I'm a widow for 5 years and I had a boyfriend who dumped me three months ago. Mainly because I wasn't very nice to him. I was married for 40 years and thought I had relationships figured out. I had A Realtionship figured out. So I am trying not to text him, which he tolorates. Sigh. Writers are messed up but at least we have some great stories. Get some sleep! I'll try and become a paid reader when I get paid by my client.
It's amazing to me that people can write books. The whole process feels superhuman. Writers are just born special. I'm grateful for that because I was born to read.