I moved my workspace to the empty bedroom at mom’s house, and I plan to work from here for the next few months. This empty bedroom was actually my old bedroom at one time… it was my older sister’s bedroom before that, and my parent’s original bedroom before that.
Here I am again.
Being self-employed has some perks… regular paycheck? Nah. Health insurance? Nope. 401k? Hahahahaha. Ability to be just a few feet away during a family crisis in case anyone needs help with anything? Priceless.
I Slept over Mom’s last night; she cam home from a procedure and we wanted to make sure she took meds at 2am. I needed to relieve the fam that had been sleeping over since Thursday, and my dad needed a good night’s sleep.
That means I slept on one end of the sectional couch while mom slept on the other end and we ate licorice and watched “Enemy of the State” for the 5 millionth time and then fell asleep letting episodes of “Cold Case” just keep playing in the background. I might as well have been 12 with my dad on night shift and episodes of M*A*S*H playing off of an 8-hour VHS tape.
Mom seems 100% better today on all fronts.
She is so moved by the constant stream of children, grandchildren, sisters, cousins, friends, neices, and nephews showing up in all kinds of ways to just help fill up the space and keep the dark thoughts away.
Not all medicine comes in a bottle.
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