I’m going to own this: My personal life is a hot mess.
It never stops. Just as one crisis diminishes, the next one arrives. It’s like I’m standing waist deep in the ocean, waiting for the next wave to knock me off kilter.
Do you know what I mean?
I now wear my personal crises as a badge of honor. My crises are part of who I am, and I have quite a list:
- Dad got Alzheimer’s. We put him in a nursing home. He deteriorates in front of our eyes, finally dying in May 2016.
- Mom got Parkinson’s. She struggled as a care provider for my dad, which caused tremendous depression. She became a victim of elder abuse, where her “care provider” swindled Mom of her life savings and is verbally abusive to her. She showed up on my doorstep in August 2015, begging me to let her stay.
- Mom lived with us for six months. I’ll say this as kindly as I can: My mother is a trying woman. Living with her was not a picnic. I move her to an assisted living facility so she can get better care. To this day, she tells me I abandoned her.
- My oldest son was failing high school. He dropped out in August 2016. He takes a year off. Then, he decides to go back to school for his senior year. He has a ton of credits to make up. Getting him through school is a full-time job – one I am grateful for – despite the stress.
- Emma, my beloved basset hound, was stricken with cancer not once, but twice, in 2016.
- My family had to move from our rental home, where we lived for years, and could not find a place until 10 days before our move-out date. (I did manifest a lovely home!)
- My mother fell and broke her hip, requiring a partial hip replacement. She’s not a compliant patient. She’s fallen a dozen times since her surgery.