well, after working 1/2 day yesterday, and spending the rest of the day watching college football (UT won! woo hoo!) today, i have to pack up a grill, some steaks, the dogs, stop and h, e and b (local grocery store chain) and get a salad, et cetera, i have to go to my parent's house...
i have to vacuum and mop a 2.5k s.f. house. wash linens. dad is incontinent and shits all over himself. wallows in it in bed. i have to clean it up and make lunch before my dad then goes to jack in the crack and gets my 90 y.o. mom a fucking rubber burger for lunch. she's got digestive problems too, and his version of "we're fine..." is to continually feed her shit food, until she gets constipated and needs enemas.
last christmas she could not get out of bed. my brother goes over there daily to prepare food, my deal is to clean the house and provide a meal for them.
my brother, sister and myself are paying $3k/mo. for an assisted living facility which is nice, clean, staffed with professional geriatric caregivers, has a chef, not a cook, fixing 3 hots a day. and they won't even go over to eat lunch.
i hate my father for the hell he's putting my mother through. his alzheimer's, which he insists is not a factor in his life, is eating him up.
i hate weekends. it just means i have to work 2x as hard as i do on the weekdays. and deal with a power-crazed alzheimer's father who's set to kill my mother through neglect and inattention.
you guys have a nice weekend.