"Over and over again, we lose sight of what is important and what isn't. We crave things over which we have no control, and not satisfied by the things within our control. We need to regularly stop and take stock; to sit down and determine within ourselves which things are worth valuing and which things are not." (Epictetus)
Hello, my lovely friends!
It's so late, the only other living things awake are me, the crickets,
and the characters on this screen. We're having a party. A very quiet,
mostly-me-eating-popcorn party.
So, the other day, a bunch of us online were reminiscing about "Selena," and it totally triggered this hilarious memory. My nephew Kyle was obsessed with that movie when he was little. I swear, it was the only thing that existed in his world. My dad, bless his heart, would try anything to steer him towards a different cinematic experience. "Kyle, how about we watch...I don't know... anything other than Selena?" he'd plead. But inevitably, we'd walk into the family room, and there it would be: Selena on repeat, either the movie itself or her concert footage. It didn't matter what my dad suggested, Selena always won. The image of his slightly exasperated face next to Kyle, eyes glued to the screen, still cracks me up. It was a daily battle, and Selena reigned supreme.
Whew, the last couple of weeks have been a ride with my mom. Remember that time her leg pain flared up so bad we were doing a midnight dash to the ER? Yeah, well, that little beast decided to make a comeback, and this time it brought friends. Seriously, this has been the Mount Everest of leg pain. Things got so intense, she's now supplementing her pain meds with...marijuana gummies. Let's just say things got interesting. Thankfully, Thursday marked the turning of the tide. She's still got some ouch, but she's about 90% better than peak-pain, which, let me tell you, was a sight to behold (and not in a good way.
My mom's body has apparently declared war on her. It's not pretty. The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind of trying to manage her pain, keep the house from looking like a biohazard zone, and, you know, remember basic things like laundry. Which, clearly, I failed at. Hence, me at midnight, communing with the washing machine. At least I'm getting something done, right? Silver linings and all that.
It's weird, seeing the tables turn. One minute she's nagging me about my questionable life choices, the next I'm the one making sure she's comfortable. It's frustrating sometimes, sure, but honestly? I wouldn't trade it. I can't imagine anyone else doing this right now. Who knows what the future holds, but for now, we're taking it one step at a time, and Mom's still calling the shots as much as she can. Which, let's be real, is probably for the best. She's still got opinions.
Thank you for stopping by! Wishing you a day/evening/morning filled with sunshine, laughter, and perhaps a little bit of magic. Until next time, ta-ta for now!
