I keep trying to write this post.
A lot has been going on. My dad passed away and my son turned one. Two big events. How strange that just a week or so before my dad died, I was looking at Vincent, realizing that he reminds me of my dad when he was younger.
All of us kids have been calling my mom frequently. She ended up in the hospital herself a few weeks ago from cellulitis. And then she was struggling when she got out because her prescriptions were so expensive. One of them was over $600 for the generic! Keep in mind, my mother was in limbo because now without my dad’s social security, she had no income. She just finally got some money in the other day–almost 2 months after my dad passed away.
Meanwhile, I’m wondering what she’s going to do. I worry about it a lot. Diana and I have both offered to have her live with us. Mom seems pretty determined to stay in her house. I suspect it’s not so much as being attached to the house as she’s worried about burdening us. But I worry about her being by herself, how she’s going to get by. I live in a house with four bedrooms, Mom, I pointed out. If she could get rid of her house, she could come here where I could make sure that whatever her financial situation, she would have a roof over her head and food to eat and me and Jim to take care of her. Also, I would love for Vincent to have his Grandma Jenkins here.
But things are never that simple. About two weeks ago, Jim got a call from his dad. There’s this house down the street from his dad that’s for sale. It’s actually one that Jim and I had eyed before, thinking it would be nice to buy, not because it’s a fancy house, but because it was cute, looked like it had potential, and is on the street we wanted to live on. It’s the location that makes it so desirable for us: In the school district we want Vincent to be in, down the street from Jim’s dad and step-mom, and right across from Jim’s mom’s work. Also, it’s rural but just 5 or 10 minutes away from town.
To make it even better, they were selling it for half the appraised value. We checked out the house, and it’s exactly the type Jim and I had always talked about getting: A small house with a decent amount of land so we could build onto it. The “bones” are good, too. It looks as if the owner took good care of the house.
It’s a deal we can’t pass up. The sellers accepted our offer and we have the financial stuff in the works. Now, however, if Mom wanted to live with us, where would we put her? It’s only two bedrooms.
So I’m wondering if we’re going to have to add onto the house sooner rather than later. But I’m not going to worry about it for now. We don’t even know 100% if we’ll be moving in until we can confirm that the DSL there is fast enough for my work computer. (I had a friend who was burned by this, so I’m anxious about it.) I know, my mom is trying to stay in her own place, but I would like to have another room so she has options.
Speaking of work, as of last week, things started getting better. They started pulling us off the phones. I went from being on a minimum of 6 hours a day to only being on for 2 hours last week. I think I was only pulled on to cover lunches for a day. That’s really no big deal. Which is good because less time on the phones means less stress, and I find that I seem to do more overtime when I’m not so stressed. And, as you can see, I really need the overtime right now. We just have so much going on.
I think having so much going on, though, is what’s helping me cope. Jim keeps telling me that he’s impressed at how well I’m handling my dad’s death; truthfully, I don’t think it has sunk in. Or maybe keeping busy just keeps it at bay. But eventually, it will creep on you. I’m still having nightmares.