Ends. Well, the family took Granddaddy home this week, but it quickly became obvious that Mom and my aunt La Juan couldn't take care of him there. Both of them have ended up on the floor with him more than once, and both of them have gone without sleep most of the week/weekend to care for him. So, they're going to try and take him back to the nursing home tomorrow. I know he's going to fight them, but the two of them can't keep on, and I can't help them do a lot because of my er, condition. (Mostly though, Mom won't let me help. She thinks lifting a book is going to hurt the baby.) Honestly, even though it hurts, I am praying that God will take him home peacefully, and soon. It hurts me to see him in this condition, and it hurts me to see his children hurting themselves to make him comfortable.
Beginnings. I had a realization today that August is right around the corner. And even though I'm excited about the baby and can't wait for him to be here, I'm not ready. We're not ready. The house is not ready. I am so unprepared for this. Everyone says that everything will fall into place, but it just doesn't feel like that. I really hope it does, because it's going to have to. I know women have been having babies since there were women to have them. But how do I go from being me to being a mother? God knows, I don't.
Everything in between. Work has been ridiculous. I have been so exhausted that I haven't been cleaning like I should be. The clothes are piling up, the sink is full of dishes, and I really need to mop the floors. But God still loves me, and so does my husband. It will get clean eventually. Also, Darcy has randomly decided he wants to be a friendly, inside cat. A few nights ago he virtually assaulted me about 2 am demanding to be petted. This is odd for him. Usually he tries to bite me when I scratch his head. So I guess it's good that he's being friendly. The bad thing about this, is that he's not really litter box savvy. The last time he tried to use a box he missed it completely. So the bathtub has become the litter box. This is not acceptable. I haven't decided what to do about this. Maybe he'll figure it out. Oh and, if anyone is looking for a cat, let me know. I still have four foster cats, and my brother's cat just had kittens. Whee.
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