Shit where do I begin tonight. I must have a glass of wine before I spew my frustration about everything from my dad’s care to my son to my looming job change. Ok, that’s better. My son E asked me just now, “Why do you like alcohol so much? I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t tell him that it makes being his parent on a night like tonight just a little bit easier.
I went to see my dad at the nursing home on Friday night. He was leaning to one side in his wheelchair. I went to boost him to the other side and noticed that his pants had a 5 inch vertical rip which started at the waistband. I found another pair with an identical rip in his dirty clothes hamper. When his closet revealed no more clean pants, I was off to Walmart to shop. When I got back to the nursing home an hour later with 3 pairs of pants and two shirts, dad was safely in bed. I don’t know if I am more pissed at the stupidity of the nursing assistants for ripping his pants in the first place, or their carelessness at not letting someone know the pants were ripped.
E bought a used bike from a friend. After the purchase was complete, he set out to dismantle the bike and put on different parts. Within 2 days the bike was no longer operational. Shocking, I know. The two days that the bike was working were pure joy. E was virtually never home. He left home right after school and came back at 8 or 9pm. I told Tom last evening that it would be wise on our part to bring the bike in for repair. After all, money spent on bike parts is well spent when it results in a peaceful house. Well the bike was not ready today as promised and as a result, E went off. The irony is that I tried to attend my adoption support group tonight, but missed it due to a location change of which I was unaware. Hence the glass of wine, though a poor substitute for a room full of parents who get it.
Now on to the job. I accepted a position as a social worker with a local provider of kidney dialysis. It will be great experience and the job itself can be considered “clinical” experience which I need for my licensure. The problem is that I keep having second thoughts about leaving my current position. I realize my current position leaves no room for advancement as a social worker. It makes no sense for me to be paying on student loans while in a position that does not utilize my masters degree. That being said, it is awfully easy to find the great things about a job as you leaving it. When I saw the posting fory position, I wanted to cry.
Well I got the venting out of the way. I am sitting on my front porch with an empty wine glass and a cool breeze blowing on me. Perfect place to watch an episode of Ally McBeal on Netflix. Ending the night with laughter will be good.