mom's sick, fighting with the nursing home that's not providing her adequate care-and which is holding her hostage, now they are saying she might lose her insurance. Fi had to take the 3am shift at work so he can drive mom up to Sayer for a dr's appointment (and we're praying the hospital will admit her because then the nursing home is relieved of "possession" and we would no longer have to deal with them). I'm at wits end, losing lbs from being so sick to my stomach over all of this.
My pay has gotten messed up and we're short like 1000 for the vendors, so Ive been stressing about that....and on the phone with people unwilling to help get the check to me
And then I had my hair trial yesterday. I started crying right in the salon because I didn't like what the lady had done and I couldn't find a picture of anything I liked. I gathered my self and the hair dresser tried something else. I didn't like it, but I agreed to it, because something just came over me and I came to a realization.....for me (I am by no means saying that details aren't important)
as long as my mom is there and I marry the love of my life, I don't care what my hair looks like, who's in what dress or how the napkins are folded.