it's offical, my life is over

my mother fell and broke her arm, the neck of the humorus just below the shoulder. no way to cast it, just a sling for 6-8 weeks. i spent the first week at her house, did laundry, dishes, gave a couple of baths and a shampoo, cleaned the littler box and picked up the misses and the cat vomit. then got to come home and just go over there a couple of times a day. and then came 4 nights of work. i've brought meals, stamps, groceries, big shirts to fix over an arm in a sling, kitty litter, a pine cone wreath, and an ice bag. all for mum. i've bought 2 christmas gifts on line. that's the extend of my christmas preparations. now i'm going to work 3 nights, have company all next week and then work 4 nights including christmas eve and christmas. all while going over to mum's once or twice a day. all the while her asking if i've quilted the baby quilt yet. ahh...no, i slept instead.

oh and her stay in with my brother over christmas is off. instead, they are coming over here, maybe, maybe on christmas, for the day. i'm betting i get to clean her apartment before they come.

i know how whinning and petty this all sounds. it could have been much much worse. this is why i wanted to move her up there. this would have been a total fiasco if she were still in arizona. but between taking care of her and mary's total breakdown, i feel overwhelmed, like i don't have a moment for myself. and when i do, all i can do is stare at the tv or sleep. my eating is completely out of control. i have no idea how much i've gained but my pants are tight again. mum gets vicodan, mary gets to go nonfunctional, but i still have to be the grownup. i want someone to take care of me for a change.

oh, and did i mention, after 4 facet blocks, my back pain is back.