Return of the Mashed Potato Head

After the last couple of months that how I feel honestly. Like my brain has been through the grinder and now resembles a pile of mushy mashed potatoes. Since Christmas I've been on "GO" and have unfortunately just landed head on into a "larger than life" pile-up.

I've missed my blog-family so much and first want to say hello to you all and thank everyone who stopped by while I was absent to just wish well, wonder where I wandered off to or peek in on me. I'm still here and kicking.

I want to send special Hello's and thanks to Teena, Piia, Tom, Michelleopal, Nancybug, Marsha, Jolynn, Chissy, Ebyjo and Deb Killa for coming by just to because you were thinking of me. You're all so special to me.

After the holidays we got a new manager who micromanages us to death and is as fake as a $3 bill. Granted she's done some good for us as our last manager was completely uninvolved in anything we did. She's just been quick to jump to conclusions and the company is hiring more of everything except coding analysts. There's over 75 clients now, 6 account executives, 6 program managers and still only 3 coding analysts to handle all 75 existing clients. Not too mention they are signing more clients every month. It's exhausting trying to keep up with the work. And so much of it is redundant since almost every client needs the same applications programming modifications and they don't have ways to do them any easier. I've been working weekends just to try to catch up.

We decided to take a few days to go rest at Disney World last weekend but the work just gets behind when we do.

My mother started suffering from neuromuscular deficiencies a little over a year ago and sadly the doctors had diagnosed her with Lou Gehrig's disease. She's only 60 and in the prime of her life. She's intelligent and fun and in the past couple of months she lost her ability to talk, walk without the aid of a walker, move her feet, and it's very hard for her to swallow, cough, drink and eat. It's so hard to see her suffer like this and go through all of this. And there is no cure. My Mom and Dad have been my rock the last couple of years through my rocky marriage, daily struggles and life changes. I can't imagine my life without her and now I have to start learning. She deteriorating very rapidly and it scares me to think of how she is going to be suffering and especially how scared she must be. I hold to hope as hope is all we have at this point. Hope for what I'm not sure but hope is what is there.

Life gives us challenges and I know the strong don't curl up into a ball and just pity themselves but that doesn't mean we take it any less hard than those who do.

It's hard being present for my son and husband. But I know we'll all get through this. I know that life balances itself out and something good will come of the pain, the grief and the hardship. Life never come with free gifts. A good thing will have it's bad and a bad thing in turn will offer the good. I guess that's my hope there. I have to be there for my Dad, for my Mom, for my sisters, for my children. They need strength and help. Not pity.

It's all just gravy on the mashed potatoes now.

Tomorrow is Monday and the beginning of another hectic week.

One day at a time. That's all we can live is one day at a time.

Love you all.

TLC