Grumble

I think I blog, at least sometimes, because it’s the emotional equivalent of going on a bender when the other things in my life are overwhelming.  I should be working now, but I’m at my Mom’s place because she isn’t feeling well.  I’m not actually sure I should be worried.  My sister and I define her as a drama queen and hypochondriac with genuine health problems.  She see-saws between really sick and really dramatic, and we never know what we’ve been watching until after the fact.  This would happen, of course, on the night my husband is away on a business trip.

So here I am in her sweet little apartment, trying to work through GoToMyPC, when I get a phone call from my daughter telling me that, since she and her brother forgot to walk the dog (despite a couple of reminders), the dog peed on the carpet.  And so I stop working altogether and blog about everything, ’cause it’s better to blog about these things than actually to deal with them.

Anyway, I hope my Mom is having a drama queen moment, because I love her dearly, and would hate for her to be genuinely sick.  Having raised the subject of her health tonight, I’ll try to let y’all know what’s going on tomorrow.

Whine, whine, whine.  I’ll stop now.  I’ve had my blogging catharsis and feel much better.