I’ve spent the better part of this week traveling to my hometown, sitting in probate court and sleeping on lousy beds. Or should I say not sleeping. I’m kind of a bed snob and if the bed is cheap or old, my body refuses to sleep well on it–which really only punishes me, not the bed owner.
But anyway, we are one step closer to putting an end to the bizarre soap-opera like side show that is settling of my grandmother’s estate. I was even accused of destroying a will I didn’t know existed, along with everybody else who might have been in my grandmother’s house after her death. Good times.
Honestly, I have ceased to care which way the judge decides to go on this conflict. I just want it over. My grandmother was killed nearly a year ago and if we are lucky, this will be done before the 1st anniversary of her death and we can all move on and let her spirit rest.
I have returned home only to hit the ground running, trying to catch up on work, get the kid ready for school which starts Monday and by getting ready I mean spending every spare dime I have on the new backpack, shoes, clothes, locker gear and spiral binders I’ve been told are required to even step foot into middle school.
What I wouldn’t give for a day off. A real day off that doesn’t involve having to be somewhere, take care of something, write these things or clean that other thing.
Who wants to run away with me?
