Day.... I don't know anymore. Living on tea and gabipentin.
I am sure I have mom covered. But would be nice to have something under my tree for a change. Many, many years, now since that happened. Been looking after mom. And their for her at all holidays. Well, everyday. And love every minute of it. I miss mom each day and look forward to seeing her. I tell her this all the time.
It is the weekend and mom is was still not that hungry. She ate, not much. But she enjoyed the papaya and the avocado. Most of her meal. She was very tired. It is very strange that every weekend it is this way.
But she enjoyed the spa treatment though. Relaxes her and puts her to sleep. I do, however hold her hand until she falls asleep and I sing a goodnight song to her. Mom sings along with me. It changes a little bit at times.
Her room is looking good. Very Christmasy, ( if that is how it is spelled) I gave her a card today. I put the glasses on her, showed the card to her, and read it to her. Found a couple of other Christmas cards from last year and put them up on her board, with the one I brought her tonight.
I am excited about Christmas for mom. Depressed for myself and about myself. I have raping paper and will rap the gifts Christmas eve, when mom is in bed. Then put them under her tree, for her.
What I say is Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is a warm winter coat, a pea coat, Wool. It is mighty cold out there in my travels to and from visiting mom by bus. It is colder out this year than normal. And the bus's are not exactly warm. Nor the Sky Train/subway
And with Celiac disease it is hard to eat properly, when one makes nothing. And if I do have anything in the fridge, the one roommate eats it. Then is gone for days.
So 1:00 am and I am waiting for my laundry to finish before I go to bed. And I am downloading some Christmas shows. OK I am a bah humbug person. Can't you blame me. But I am trying to keep my mood up beat. Especially for mom.
It is all about her after all. I can't do anything about a Christmas gift under my tree. It is not going to happen, so I guess I should stop complaining about it.
I would rather see mom have a great Christmas, than me. I enjoy the look on her face each and every year.
Need to finish my laundry and go to bed.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
