My kind of humor.

I've been sick off and on for the past four weeks.  I hate being sick, hate sitting down, hate being tired and full of mucous all the time, hate laying down in bed at night knowing that I won't sleep well because I can't breath, hate waking up in the middle of the night with a mouth so dry it feels like a desertscape, although maybe that was a dream, I'm not sure.

However, I'm feeling better this morning.  My grandson's mama, Gracie, is now on maternity leave but doesn't get enough money to live on, just cover her rent and nothing else.  So Gracie is going to move in with Nicole, the young woman we rent our house to.  Gracie and Nicole met yesterday and both are excited to start living together.

Gracie is big as a house now and due in two weeks, although the doctor may induce her sooner because the baby is big.  She decided that she would rather move before the baby is born rather than after he's born so she's moving next weekend.  She'll be a short walk away from us which makes me feel that I designed this but I didn't.  I think I feel guilty because something good will come from all of this.

I've taken a couple of days off to paint her bedroom a nice color, scrub floors and hang some curtains.  She's excited to be moving out of her apartment and into a house with a yard and nice neighbors.  Where she lives now is not a good place to raise a kid, there is a massage parlour across the street, her words, not mine but they are true.

She is becoming a part of our family.  Gracie and her parents came over for supper last night so we could get to know her parents and it was nice.  We have nothing in common except for our grandson but that's enough.  We all want what's best for him.  Gracie even gave me a hug as she left which pleased me so much.

My son still doesn't get it.  He posted this on his Facebook page.

I want to tell him that this starts with showing up when you say you're going to;  it means showing up at prenatal appointments.  It starts with making sure your baby mama has enough food to eat while she's pregnant and a roof over her head.  That being a dad starts before your baby is born.  I don't know what the future will bring.  I hope he does better but I doubt it.  I hope and pray but I'm not holding my breath.

The sun is shining through the window this morning.  A woodpecker was just eating some suet and it's going to be above zero all week which is lovely.  The dog expects walks again now that it's warmed up and her feet don't freeze.  She watches me while I brush my teeth and change my clothes, hoping for a walk.  I was a huge disappointment to her yesterday as I ran out of time to walk her.  I shall have to do better today.