I didn’t sign up for this OR The trials of being “the responsible one”…

I’m tired.  So, so tired.

This week, I take my brother for two neuro/psych tests…one for Social Security disability qualifying and one for Kaiser for state disability qualifying.  Poor Clynt.  His short term memory is gone, thanks to his early onset dementia.  That’s us in the picture…Clynt was 11 and I was almost 1.

In the past three months I’ve been made power of attorney, dealt with the attorney (still am, the bastard), seen more doctors than I care to remember, driven hundreds of miles between work, the pharmacy, the doctors office and the lawyers office.  In between, I’ve been on the phone dealing with Clynt’s stock, getting him retired, his medical leave, his lawyer stuff, his 401K…plus trying to restructure my own home loan (he’ll live with me when mom is no longer here), attempting to see the doctor for myself (who will NOT give me Xanax like my old, dead doctor did) and haven’t managed yet to be able to schedule an appointment for myself.  I figure I’ll get to see the doc for myself once I’m committed to the asylum.

Did I say I’m tired?

Of course, not to be outdone by the lovely DIY blogs I visit, I’m tackling redecorating the bathroom (I hate to paint) only to be saddle with crap paint and having to start over with “real” paint.  Right now, it looks like Tom Sawyer hit the walls with his whitewash.  Lesson learned?  Cheap paint is just that.  Don’t do it!!  I’m hoping to fit that in between 5 and 8pm tomorrow, as that appears to be open on my schedule.

Did I mention I was tired?

I’ve been wanting to get rid of some of my vintage things, but haven’t had time to start my Etsy store.  I need the money, but I need the time more!  Oh, and I dropped $400 on tires this weekend, and that was with the stores $100 grand opening discount…so yeah, I guess I need the money more!

So, as this week begins, I pray for energy and the presence of mind to stay calm in situations I know will get me in a defensive mode (don’t mess with my brother!).  I pray for a light in this never-ending tunnel.  Most of all, I pray to just survive being “the responsible one”.