This Is My Story

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January 1, 2017

Morning:
9:00, 5 mile drive. Warm car, cozy mittens, pop radio.
got paper, let out dog
checked diaper bag
*noted it was empty
tossed aluminum, rinsed dishes
*noted what didn't get eaten
refilled cooler with 2 Cokes, 2 V8, fresh frozen inserts
left note because I forgot to put new small Cokes in the fridge so I had to give her a big Coke, put a small coke in a freezer coolie-cup. Maybe that would help.
signed note with a heart
made a dish of potato salad and probably too much sweet relish, put in cooler
checked cooler pocket for a fork
fed dog, refilled water

surveyed the mess from last night--we left everything, toys, games, snack dishes
we did run the dishwasher, that's good

brought up shipping boxes to send out financial paperwork for East-coast cousins, because she hasn't been able to be responsible for the family trusts for a decade, now, and they're finally ready for their crap. Last year at this time, I was pleased to be done with it. Two years ago, today, I spent the afternoon sorting through the paperwork mess and labeling boxes.
A lot has changed in two years.
I've been doing this a long time.

We'll be back at noon or one or two to make Birthday Dinner for the pregnant Birthday Niece. Niece's brother won't come. Niece's boyfriend might not make it. Niece doesn't want her mom there, and Matriarch doesn't want niece's dad there, or her mom's boyfriend. Matriarch's sister probably won't come (related to the financial paperwork, of course).

This is my story.
Two children, a husband, a Matriarch, the Matriarch's daughter and her...family.

I care for them all, on one level or another.
I also care for me.



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