FIF

Most people say TGIF. I said it this morning and shortly afterward, changed my exclamation to: Fuck, It's Friday!

Once upon a time, Friday meant the beginning of the weekend. Slowing down a bit from the frenetic feel of the work week. Of hanging out with friends. Of taking a day to sit at home and re-connect with the family. Lately, Friday means getting out of work earlier than most and getting a head start on the things that we didn't or can't get to during the week.

Meal planning, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning the toilet, laundry, paying bills.

It's harder than ever for me to get these 'regular' things done because Grammie needs a fair amount of attention. In addition to the day to day cooking for her, organizing her days and such, there's the other things that she needs and has every right to want taken care of. Things like nail care, hair care, church, going out to eat. I never expected I'd ever say I didn't want to go out to eat... I don't really want to go out to eat. She wants to do it all of the time. I like it to be a treat. And she can't really do those things on her own anymore.

Anyway, a fourth person in the house has an impact I'd never really appreciated - or had to appreciate - before now. There is another person's needs/desires around food to take into consideration. There are safety concerns around her cooking on her own especially when we're not home. The bathroom, kitchen and floors get dirtier when there's a fourth person here so I can't fudge on doing things like cleaning the toilet when I could when it was just the three of us. Certainly, the fact that both Twig and Grammie aren't exactly aware of or care about how messy they are adds to the mix a bit. Sometimes I get really frustrated. Most times I try to come up with a solution that will make things easier for everyone. And I always remind myself that while some things are personality driven and extremely annoying I can't change who another person is. And that the reason she's here is because of her disease process.

Truth be told, Wood and I seem to be adjusting to this new life of nightly trading of sleeping spots (I'm on the living room futon, he's on the bed with Twig or he's on the futon and I'm in the bed) whilst Grammie is in Twig's bed. Twig seems to be adjusting to it okay. And I'm trying to let him check out if he needs to (e.g. Grammie and Wood went to dinner without us tonight - what a treat!). We all are sort of figuring out how 4 people shower and pee in the mornings with only one bathroom. And we keep communicating about day to day activities like who needs to be where and by when, who will drop off and who will pick up, where we will meet in between. We are trying to carve out individual time and family time. And hopefully we'll find sex time. Given that last statement, you'd imagine that we haven't had the time to even think about looking for a new place. We are doing well working as a team but we aren't getting used to the pace that we have to keep to ensure things are working well.

Hence, Fuck, It's Friday! No time to slow down. Ballet, groceries, nails, hair, pharmacy, play date, church, cleaning, cooking, laundry. Exercise needs to get in there too. We'll find our sea legs one day soon. And hopefully, Friday will take on it's "it's almost time to relax" meaning, someday real soon.

Thanks for reading. And thanks for commenting. :)