I’m a bad person, I’m losing my mind, I’ve got zero patience or tolerance left for my own grandmother, and I fully realize that I am going to hell for it. But damn, it’s so hard to deal with her. Bitching about dinner, instead of just saying, “Hey, can you show me where you put stuff in the fridge”, she proceeds to tell us that “All the food is safe from her” since she doesn’t know where it is, and then getting on to my working 11-8, “Well, I’ll just have a sandwich I guess…” Good lord, you’d think we’re not feeding her.
11 days. 11 days. I can do this. I have no choice. I am Puke & Sprint, I can do anything. Dear god, please just let me get through this. Help me figure out a way to get through this without us both completely hating each other by the end of this visit. 33 years of dealing with someone who doesn’t like me to begin with, and then one on one for a whole month is not pretty.
OK, round #2 of the benadryl is starting to kick in a little. Gonna try to get some sleep in…
