This morning's conversation:
Pop - "Dorothy can you come out here and smell this. Something smells bad."
Dorothy (trying to enter Scentsy orders on the computer) - "Give me a second and I'll be right there."
I come out to the living room where he smiling. I am terrified I have to clean up dog poop. I can't smell anything so I spell some air freshener (White Tea Cactus for you Scentsy people) and come back to finish entering orders and making phone calls."
Pop walks in not smiling. "Don't worry about the smell. It's me. Did I shower yesterday?"
What in the hell have I gotten myself into?
I am a single female caregiver to my 90 year old father who in my free time sells Scentsy (mayer.scentsy.us) and cross stitch (depending on what the customer wants). I will not be putting my father in a nursing home and will take care of him until he dies (or I do). I love him dearly. He drives me crazy. I hope you laugh. I hope you cry. I hope you can relate. I hope you understand. Thank you for listening.
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Friday, July 30, 2010
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