So these last few weeks have been kind of very much not fun (understatement of the year) and even though every day makes me feel like a slug going up hill, I plow on restlessly, because I have to. There’s no other option. Therefore in the spirit of positive reinforcement I’ve made a list of all the things I have accomplished over the last few days (small and pathetic as they may be) without Dad’s help.
I managed to….
∗ go out (almost) everyday to fetch the mail.
∗ keep our kitchen more or less spotless (the death of a family member is no excuse for messiness.)
∗ get rid of a humongous bug ALL BY MYSELF. (Usually I’d just step onto the next chair and yell DADDY at the top of my lungs and my knight in shining poly-cotton would come to the rescue.)
∗ bend the printer to my will (although my shirt suffered from sever ink wounds… She in the laundry at the moment and Dr. Persil is doing everything in his power to get her back.)
∗ remembered to water our tiny orchid garden, which, coming from a girl who manages to kill cacti on a regular basis, is quite is feat if I may say so myself (Daddy was the only one in this family with a thumb that could be called “green” when viewed in the correct lighting)
∗ put the “fun” in “funeral”. Saturday, literally one of the most mentally exhausting days of my life.
Not much but baby steps, right? bear smile