Ongoing Disruption

One of the ways I manage the disruption is actively ignoring it. I just don’t have it in me to engage our new roommate in conversation. I know it will be negative. I know she will complain about my husband or child. I know she won’t acknowledge our life or ask about us or her claim… it just isn’t worth it. Last week I was out of sugar and so I went down to ask if I could borrow some from her. It turned into a way too long update about how she had spent the afternoon spraying weed killer in the yard. I know she knows that we pay a yard service to do that. Because she talked to the guy less than a week ago when he was here doing it. So this is just evidence of her spending money on more weed killer that wasn’t needed, choosing to walk through the yard which is not flat and therefore not safe for her unsteady body, and her lack of memory about what happened the other day.

It’s like a 2 minute conversation zapped everything into perspective highlighting all the issues… again. She cannot make good decisions with money. Or her personal safety. Her memory is maybe not serving her appropriately. She is positive she is doing the right thing all the time. It is actually painful.

Not painful like the ass-hats protesting the mask mandate at the capitol, but painful nonetheless.

The heat has broken and therefore we got to sleep with the windows wide open last night. This means that I was awoken not just at the fresh coffee being made at 2am, but also as the cigarette smoke from down below drifted inside.

Her best sleeping hours are from 4-7 usually. Whoa.. what? The evening hours that are so crucial for a working mother who is solo parenting a child? The hours I could most appreciate the help? Yes. Those hours. She will never be any after school help in the event T goes back to school and she will continue to wake us in the middle of the night with her antics. Ongoing. Disruption.