Yesterday, my Grandmother called to tell me something I already knew. “Your mom is sick.” Then she asked me what I was doing Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday. So, I gave her the low down on my evenings. Monday, parade. Tuesday, nothing, Wednesday, Trick or Treat with the kids. “No, I meant during the day.”

“Oh,” I say. That’s easy, I think. “I’m writing.”

I love her, don’t get me wrong, but man is she sucking the life right out of me.

“Well, I need to have my hearing aids cleaned and I need to get batteries before I leave.”

She’s going to Alabama on November 5th and honestly, it can’t come soon enough for me. I finally stuck up for me and laid down the law for today. I will take her to get her hearing aids cleaned, which she assured me would only take ten minutes and that was it. Nothing and I mean NOTHING only takes HER ten minutes. Ever.

I explained that my writing has suffered the last couple of weeks and she never caught on that it was because of her. Her endless trips to doctors, for prescriptions, for this, for that. Two trips to Macy’s for clothes that she should have/ could have tried on.

So, wish me luck that this whole ordeal from the time I pick her up until the time where I drop her off will at maximum take me a half hour so that I can get back to Callie.