Here I am again saying again how busy I am. So busy that the thought of taking pictures and posting on my blog is daunting. I know that I am no busier than anyone else. I know people find time in their lives to do the things they want. I just don't seem to find they time to blog.
You see it is not that I am busier than usual. It is that my mind is so busy I can't seem to settle down enough to put two coherent words together. I have told you before that I am a worrier by nature. I see the glass as a bit empty, never almost full. So my mind is heavy with the thoughts of others. I know you have all seen this post before, maybe I should cut and paste it from last time.
I am always worried about my oldest son. He just doesn't seem to care about school even though he is very bright. When I was younger we had time to mature, now kids have to get great grades to get in any college, even with an athletic scholarship. Swimmers are not getting the big bucks in schools so they have to get good grades. Football players are a different story. It is hard to be 16, I am not sure I even want to know what these kids are exposed to. It scares me sometimes to think about what he is facing everyday. I love him and hope that the love he gets from his family will see him thorough all that he comes up against.
My parents are a constant worry. I am stuck between caring for my kids and my parents. Not an easy place to be. They are getting older and having more difficulty all the time. They won't move to assisted living so that leaves my sister Claudia and I to sort things out for them. Things of course they think don't need to be sorted out.
The economy is still so hard for most people. It is hitting hard to so many.
The oil spill is devastating. I cringe every time I see the paper and see all the oil covered birds and dead sea creatures. I feel so sorry for the people who have lost family members, and have lost their lively hood. The animals are so innocent and so many more have perished then we know about.
My neighbor is going in for her bone marrow transplant in July. She is so upset and not feeling all that positive. How to help her is beyond me at this time. I just check in with her and listen when she needs me. I take her to treatments and try to make her laugh.
And last but not least I am just saying Menopause sucks! It magnifies every little thing that goes on in your life. When I depart this life I always say that God and I are going to have a little chat. One of the first things I am going to ask is, "Why do women, who have given their lives to their families have to go through a 'Change' when our kids are in puberty, and our parents are having difficulty?" Is this a joke or something? Haven't we sacrificed enough with periods, childbirth, sagging boobs and bigger hips? We put or careers on hold then have to find them again so we can pay for our kids text messages and Oakley sunglasses. Why can't the 'Change' give us better bodies, fewer wrinkles, and less gray hair. I am just saying, life doesn't seem to be fair.