Work day – classes start tomorrow (20th).
Dinner shopping – onion and green pepper and frozen lunches for two.
Arrive home from work, and all the packages were inside the house from the weekend’s spending event.
Groceries in the freezer and frig. Outside with the dogs and cat. Plant food administered.
Rushing to put the elevated (4.5″) toilet seat on while I’m hearing her yell out that she is BM’n. He’s no where to be found. Aimee is trying to assist with a massive headache from not eating enough lunch and seven hours earlier. Plus the training programs she is having to read since I’ve not got her a headset yet.
Seat done and eighty-one year old on it. Finishing the BM.
Pouring the dog food (arrival today) and cat food into containers. Check on lady perched on the toilet. Still, no show and not to be found.
In the end, he never says thank you. No praise to be had at all. It’s my childhood all over again.
The Bible is clear, I’m supposed to take care of them. It’s a duty that is not for the weak at heart for fucking sure.
“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.
‘Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God has commanded you, that your days may be long, and that it may be well with you in the land which the Lord your God is giving you.
BTW: Aimee has to deal with a pyscho across the county in the form of her hateful mother too.