We have moved my Grandma into a really lovely aged care facility. Her room is so her. It’s really nice. Everybody is really nice. She has dementia and is so confused. I’m so exhausted. Last night I bawled my eyes out, and it wasn’t because of what we were doing to her now, it was because for the…
so in february due to a series of increasingly surreal events culminating in a 4am check in for a 5 day stay at the ramada inn with the two most anxious figures in my life (boyfriend and 70 lb bully/mastiff mix) i don’t live with my parents any more.
we found a studio in which i can’t reach the cords for the fan/ceiling light
i’m 20 years old and what is this.
i am not sure if i have to ‘do taxes’ (?)
Every single dish, glass, and plate in the house is clean. We’re officially eating out for every meal from now on. I can’t mess this up.