Ooooohh! Wonderful mania, come to cause me to wriggle some more! My efforts scattered to the four winds, my mind on sensory overload, my mouth stuffed with Pop-tarts, and I am wanting to work on three sites at once…This is after my sleepytime meds!
The caregiver who comes to help with Dad seems to know a lot about Bipolar Disorder, maybe that is why she cleans like a maniac! No, she is very helpful, but the funny thing is how stressed I gat when I know she is coming! I wind up sweeping mopping and doing the dishes right before she gets here to do all those same things!
That clinches it, I am a nut. (This infernal tablet types what IT thinks I want to write! It just made me say, I am a but.) I do not think they will write a movie about me falling in love with this little monster. goodnight, dear friends!
