we are moving my mother into assisted living today. she is fighting every step of the way, not like. I don't want to leave my home but being wishy-washy and wanting to take everything
I may need to rent off and on, especially after we found out she took out an insurance policy 3 months ago on appliances and the house could not be sold until the account was settled
and she is way too quick to give out personal info on the phone. One time I called her on it and she said she was an excellent judge of character. she thinks she's talking to some jazz musician from the '70s on Facebook. like, come on!!!
okay upside she is too tired to be running around and I have been secretly throwing things away for the past 30 minutes. she will literally never notice
not sure why she had four brooms/dustpans but whatever. You ever see one of those hoarder shows where the hoarder suddenly says you are throw it all out. I don't care and the guy says this won't solve the problem because you'll just grab more shit later. I think we're at that stage
I'm using my car for the oddly shaped small shit that you didn't think about like what's hanging on the walls. it gives me something to do. I always feel awkward sitting around while movers are moving stuff. I want to help but I know I'd be in the way
Tazrael: I mean I would love to catch up with you too. it was great hanging out at the wedding in January. Even though I'm sorry for going full Golden retriever on you