Thanks for hanging in there with me. I promise I will get back to a consistent blogging schedule soon. But here is where things are today:
We are really pushing to move dad on July 22.
I feel like I have a toddler. Dad is rebelling against the loss of control and independence. Every day is a new battle with him. He knows though he has pushed about as far as he can. Tonight he started in on the realtor. Keep in mind that he chose her. I had nothing at all in that decision. So tonight he says he doesn’t think he likes her. There have been four separate showings in a week I said. He countered with “she didn’t show it four times”. Just a typical night.
But at least the end is in sight. I’ve been sleeping on the couch for four long weeks. I’m ready. Only 13 days. Not that I’m counting. But 13 days.
On a brighter note, my daughter called freaked out because Soren has a loose tooth. She says she isn’t ready to deal with that yet. Hahahaha! Grandma needs to send money for the Tooth Fairy to leave under his pillow.