I had 3 beers last night. I was tense. It was over a three hour period and I wouldn't exactly call it binge behavior, but I am aware that having more than one can lead to eating a lot afterward and I want to get fit, not fatter.
My problem is stress relief. Mom and I had an appointment with the CPA to review past taxes 08 and 09. Mom gets defensive on these things. When the tex person asked if there were any other incomes or expenses aside from what was listed, mom said she had renters. I remember that part of the problem with her renters was that they wouldn't pay for months. I didn't want to argue. I simply stared at her. She went on to say, "I have signed contracts from each of my renters. I can get them." This puts the CPA in a bad situation. We don't want to misrepresent the truth, but we do want to get this over with.
Mom started to warm up to blow a head gasket.
I said to Stephanie, The Franchise Tax Board has her reported income. These are the itemized expenses. There are probably more. However, after losing her house and having a flood in the new place, these are the only records we have available, and we have a short window to get this done.
It was obvious to her that I didn't want a wild goose chase for documents that may not exist. She is weird about saving trash, envelopes, old mail, anything that could possibly be paper. It is hoarder behavior. I have a picture to prove it.
However, mom is a human being. She is kind, funny, articulate, but wicked forgetful and hair triggered.
The CPA drew up power of attorney documents and we went on our way. We came straight home and I made the best oatmeal I have ever had. It was delicious. We ate, rested, and blew off the doggie hair appointment to shop for bras at Macy's.
I zoomed through, found the buy 2 get one free. Tried some on, felt stupid because I always try on too small of bras, then we got help. Lupe, the saleslady told me to try 38 DDs, which look a lot like old fashioned pilot ear warmers. She said the Ds or the DDs would fit.
Mom was all between this size and that, this cup and that, this fabric and that. She must have tried on 30 bras. We got her two "normal" bras in light pastels, then one wild leopard print bras for date night.
I got obnoxiously bright bras because I have tame for too long.
When we got home, we rested, cleaned, rested, cleaned, folded laundry, and somehow got dinner on the table, dinner cleaned up, some down time apart, and some down time together.
It was a good day, and up until about bedtime, I felt pretty good. It's now that I am in pain and having trouble doing basic things like raising my arm to turn off a light. The late night joint pain keeps me up. I can't get comfortable, even though I have the best bed with the softest, spongiest mattress.
If it isn't my mind, it's my mind and joints. I am worried about mom being alone tomorrow. She has stitches in her foot and needs supervision. OK, goodnight. I did a good job as a human being today.
J
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