Shopping on my own much to the chagrin of mother.
Returning to find her in full attack mode.
Never a moments peace.
I had to laugh though because even though she knows I have my own health concerns she relented NOT.
After I gave her a bed bath I said
"I'm having an hours sleep"..........
Four times she called my name. In the end I stood in the hall not knowing where to go.
It's a funny old game this life thing. It's precious and soft, like when in love and tender at times, when you get gooey over kittens, cute pups and snowflakes and the kindness of others but then there are days and nights when it feels as if you're being buried alive. You're not of course, it just seems that way.
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