We found the newspaper clip from my first book signing. I am begging you if you have read my book, please give me a review on Google, Amazon, or on the site where you purchased it. Sales have been awful, so any help is much appreciated.
This week I have been super sick, but I have recovered. The doctor tested me for Coronavirus, Flu, Streptococcus, and other bacteria, but all the tests were negative. I do believe the old fashioned cold has made a comeback! Having autoimmune diseases makes the common cold a nightmare because of the fatigue. I am already tired all the time, so this past week I was a zombie. It has rained so much this week that I haven’t been able to get out and walk, which has been a bummer! On the upside, I am alive, and the RNC kicked off yesterday!
Last night I had the worst fight with my daughter. It is so hard to live with your adult child while they are raising kids, but I do try to keep my mouth shut. That is probably the most challenging task of my day. When I see one of my children repeating a mistake I made, or my parents made, I get filled with fear for them and my grandchildren. Before you know it, my mouth flies open, and we are in a verbal world war three. Then they say something unthinkable, and I start crying and go to bed. Why does it have to be this way? I wish it weren’t, and I could control this part of me better. I don’t mean to make her feel bad or cause her any stress.
Recently I have had a problem with the lack of boundaries. The kids know dad, and I struggle daily with disabilities, and we give them all the energy we can muster! I love my family so much, but I wish they could understand that we have seven children, and we do the best we can.
The only reason we can do the babysitting while our daughter is at work and school is that we live with her, so we are right here when she needs us to watch the kids. It might be easy for young folks to care for a newborn and a three-year-old, but by 5:00 pm I am out of spoons! I have Multiple Sclerosis, so each day, I have so many spoons of energy, and when I run out, I am done for the day. (Many people with chronic illness call themselves #spoonies) If I get upset, she laches out verbally, reminding me that she pays all the bills so naturally, I snap back that I will just move out. I have no job, money, vehicle, or place to go, so for now, I have to stay here and do the best I can. It is tough to be 42 years old and have to depend on your child. However, she also depends on us, so I thought it was a mutual situation. She reminds me daily that she doesn't need us here, so I feel like I am not doing enough, but at the same time, I don't know what more I can do.
Depression creeps in during times like this because I love my grandchildren so much, and I wish I could watch all of them every day. The reality of my disabilities is that I just can't. I have to have routines and pace myself. If I don't have downtime I tucker out much faster. I have fallen into these situations many times over the years because my heart is so big. In relationships with spouses, my dad, and friends, and I don't understand why people want to push you until you break.
If you have any advice on this subject, I am all ears.