Sometimes there are little tender mercies in life.
Tate is going hunting this Thursday for a week. I have been stressed not knowing what I am going to do being alone with my mom for that long with no buffer. She honestly causes me to lose my mind.
Aunt Marge was 86. She had Ataxia and has not been able to speak, walk or care for herself and was on a feeding tube for years. She finally was able to pass away and the funeral is Saturday... in St. David Arizona. Mom is going to go down to spend time with Joanne from tomorrow till Wed. Julie and her kids are still in Idaho so I have almost a week stress free, home alone, (with kids) without my mom.
Thank you heaven!
1:41 a.m. - 2015-08-10
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