My broken brain decides to choose the absolute worst time to melt down. Is there ever a good time though? When deadlines are looming and paperwork is piling and no one else can take the task seems like a good time as any, right?
So I FINALLY got approved for 3 hours of week home help to help with tasks I’m having difficulty with. Vacuuming, changing my sheets, washing my bathtub, meal prep. Only took several years of asking and a call to my politician to get them to finally sign me up for a service I qualify for. SMH. At least that will take the pressure off a tiny bit. What I really need is an administrative assistant to organize my life and help with the paperwork and keeping on task. Maybe that could be included in my hours, not really quite sure. I know the lady doing my qualifications was shocked with a household of 5 people, I have no one to help me. I have a disabled teen, a 12 year old that does more than anyone else, a husband that works more than 6 days a week and runs ragged on his hours off and a mother that spends her time hiding in the basement and really only comes out to ask what’s for dinner. I’m broken.
And now as deadlines are looming and my teen is transitioning to adulthood and piles of paperwork come in for his disability, ssi, home supports, services, VA dependency, health insurance dependency, and suddenly my daughter wanting to homeschool and the loads of work involved with that, not to mention the stacks of all the other tasks undone, waiting for completion or even simply looked at and the pile grows and grows and grows. I’m drowning. No time to spiral! No time to check out and take care of myself. No help. Just simply, ain’t no time for that….