Yes It was one of those days

Excuse me could you please tell me where mustard is?
Down aisle 2.
Where is aisle 2?
Yes that was a question that I received today.
Stared at the customer.
Blinked a time or two while trying to formulate an answer.
Aisle 2 is still where it has always been.
We have yet to move the aisles at all.
©Oct. 29/21
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

22 thoughts on “Yes It was one of those days”

      1. I know, I get it. I’ve been reflecting on things this morning myself though, and I realized with my dad’s situation, I’m frustrated and treating everyone like they don’t know what they’re doing when that isn’t the problem at all. They are well trained and educated nurses and staff. There are just too few of them to tend to Dad’s needs, so when they don’t come fast enough, he gets impatient and tries to get up on his own. Then they have to put him in a sh air and sit him outside the nurses station so they can make sure he is safe and doesn’t fall. What I NEED to do is call the parent company in California and complain they hire more staff and stop spending money making us miserable by having to put on a spacesuit to go visit Dad, instead of hiring more aids to help their patients!!!

        Liked by 2 people

      2. I understand that. My sister is in a care facility in Alberta and she has told me stories of aides and nurses. My frustration lies in the fact that I cannot be there to help her and go to bat for her if need be. (She is my half sister. We found one another, or rather she found out cousin and then me, in August. It is like a part that was always missing without knowing it was missing found its way home.)

        Liked by 1 person

      3. Oh gosh, that’s awful. I’m trying to control myself and my fears, because worry and guilt are eating me alive, I imagine it’s the same for you…I have four half sisters. I did not grow up with them, so it never occurred to me to tell them what’s going on with Dad. It would be nice if they could help, but they are out of state as well. All east of me, in Mississippi, Alabama, Florida, and Georgia. I think. Lol, I lost track of one of them.

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

coolpeppermint

memories and musings

The Hermit Poet's Ramblings

Poetry BLOG By Edge of Humanity Magazine

sjbutlerphotography.wordpress.com/

Nature Photography & Fine Art, card & print making

utahan15

poetry and prose

THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS

This blog is a part of my inner world. Be careful to walk inside it.

Trust Me, You’re Not Alone

Being a Mother, an ex. Wife, and the best I can be

mydangblog

Come for the laughs, stay for the lunacy

Here

Nowhere else

Ανθολογία-Anthology-Anthologie

Γιάννης Πιταροκοίλης: Παρουσίαση του συγγραφικού μου έργου (My personal writing/Mes œuvres littéraires

Village Princess💕

I write what I dream

Eloquently Whole

soft and powerful

OverFiftyandFreeWomanBlog

Life, work, kids, sex, BDSM and anything else

Ailish Sinclair

Stories and photos from Scotland

Ravenful Post

Designed By Creativity

The Alchemist's Studio

Raku pottery, vases, and gifts

Pensieri Parole e Poesie

Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.

%d bloggers like this: