It's been busy around here.

Today is the first day I've gotten home before 11pm this week. Between having 2 jobs (although the retail one doesn't keep me that busy) and taking care of my Gma, we sure have been busy. My Gma needs 24/7 care and my mom has been living on the couch over there trying to help. My Gma can't put any weight on her left leg and needs help to do almost everything. My Gpa doesn't like to help her go to the bathroom and stuff like that because of privacy so we are there to take the stress off of him. I go over to give my mom a few hours off and help out when I can. We are the only 2 helping. Dave is helpful but can't help take her to the bathroom because he's not a girl.

Since I've been spending so much time over there before and after work, Popeye had been spending a lot of time at home by himself. I know this. Yes, I feel bad for him but sometimes this happens. I'm not going to take him over to my Gma and Gpa's because he might jump on my Gma and hurt her leg. Or he might run around on the floor while we're trying to move her. There are lots of things that could happen and I'm responsible enough to know that it's not a smart idea to being him over there... Unlike some people apparently.

I've just gotta say this:

How dare you say you feel bad for my dog because he's home alone all the time now. Don't you realize that I'm over here trying to save your mother's life? Isn't that more important than spending time with my dog right now? You're not helping out with anything so we have to spend MORE time here. We ask you to help out with 1 thing and you say you're sick so we should find someone else. First- you never get sick. Second- if we had someone else, we wouldn't have asked you. Also, don't bring your dumb wanna-be Popeye dog over anymore. He BIT my grandmother. I know you think it's cute and all that your dog bites people but it could break her brittle skin and she could bleed to death. If it happens in front of me, your dog will be kicked out. Oh and I find it hilarious that you are so desperate to know what's going on with me so you can report it back to your little spy who "doesn't like me" (who's causing drama now?) and yet, you won't spend more than 2 minutes in a room with me. Get over yourself.. You used to be my dad... What happened?