Condolences to Matt and Bev.
Happy Birthday to Jilli!
And a round of salty snacks for my friends.
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Condolences to Matt and Bev.
Happy Birthday to Jilli!
And a round of salty snacks for my friends.
Volunteering for the bits that are within your own preferences is a time-honored way of controlling the damage that others' plans can cause us. Go for it!
yeah, I'd also live in fear of her frantic 11PM call.
Happy Birthday Jilli!!!
I wish you bats and cotton candy all year long.
I wonder if my sisters had the same "So now I'm an orphan" thought when our mother died. Which is a bit selfindulgently overdramatic for a 47-year-old who hadn't even spoken to her surviving parent in years.
nope, not overdramatic at all. Even if you don't talk to them, parents and your feelings (or lack thereof) for them hold tremendous sway over our lives.
Vortex, DW (and I) totally feel your pain. Dealing with the MiL has been difficult, more so for DW than for me. It's like we have to take care of all the stuff DW's dad used to - and we are not equipped to do so. It drives DW crazy, understandably. Anyway, just wanted to let you know you aren't alone.
My condolences to Matt and to Bev. I'm so sorry for your losses.
Connie, even I, whose parents' passing was cause for celebration of all concerned, even them...had that orphan feeling. I think it is natural, when we are a species with social expectations of connectedness.
(And because I wanted to put this in a separate post)
Thanks for all the birthday wishes, everyone! I'm about to run off to a meeting, but I wanted to say thank you. I've been having a really good birthday. Which is no surprise, since the various celebrations started, oh, about 10 days ago. Wheee, 40!
Happy birthday Jilli. May this be your happiest year to date.
your feelings (or lack thereof)
Wrod. My sisters and I kept looking at each other and saying, "Shouldn't this be hitting us harder?" The only time I teared up was when my niece talked about what a good grandma Mother was and when my oldest sister talked about how she raised us to be strong and stubborn, just like her.