Wishing you and your family a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!
My Stanka Doodle recently turned 3 years old and I really don’t know where the time is going. She is getting so big so fast…I can’t keep up. This year we had her party at Chuck E. Cheese and my goodness…I went through sensory overload! They had so many people in that place. And it seems like you need to acquire a zillion tickets to get something half way decent over the counter. We still had an awesome time though. I can’t wait until her fifth birthday, we’re taking her to Disney World to celebrate.
That’s the fun part of having a grandkid…all the fun, none of the work.
Happy Birthday Stanka! We love you to the moon and beyond!
Y’all I know that I was supposed to come back with all of my Mardi Gras stuff, but life got in the way of my blogging plans…which leads me to this post.
Lately, I have been feeling the squeeze of being a part of the sandwich generation and the grip is getting tighter and tighter. If I had to relay it in NOLA terminology I’d say that…I feel like an overstuffed po-boy from We Never Close…
and that’s one stuffed azz po’boy!
BTW,We Never Close is closed. I miss those sandwiches.
Lately, my father has been very ill (I almost lost him in January) and my son has been ill as well. Taking care of them and working full-time(taking care of other people) has been grueling! And I don’t think it would be as grueling if I were not a nurse. I think it’s the constantly being “on” is what’s getting to me. If I were an accountant and counted beans for a living and then went home to take care of the family, I don’t think it would be stressing me out as thin as I am now. I’m probably gonna need a mental health break soon…blogging about it is great therapy too though 🙂
In my line of work I hear a lot of people being very judgmental towards those who put their parents in extended care facilities. Let me be the one to tell ya, taking care of elderly parents is HARD WORK..and I do this for a living! Can you imagine not having any experience in the field and trying to take care of your mom or dad at home?
And a lot of it is mental…try taking the car keys from your elderly parents. Think they’re gonna just give up their independence all willy-nilly? NOT!
Stop judging people who put their parents in nursing homes. Most have families of their own and have siblings who bail out and they are trying to make sure their mom and dad will be taken care of. It’s hard being a part of the sandwich generation…they are doing the best that they can and sometimes best is putting your parents in a facility.
If you know someone who is taking care of his/her parent (especially if it’s someone you are close to), a few respite hours is probably what they need most. Offer to keep an eye on their parents for an hour or two so they can get away and maybe see a movie.
I’ll probably take an extended weekend and just lock myself up in a hotel room for a few days.
I need the rest.
Yep, I’m a bad, bad BayouCreole. The entire carnival season has come and gone and I didn’t come over to my blog to post anything. Well, that means I have that much more to blog about. I didn’t go out today to see the parades…too tired and had to hit the plantation to earn coins so I can eat some vittles.
I’ll be back with a post tomorrow and I’ll tell you all about my carnival season as a Mystic Krewe of Nyx Float Lieutenant…yes, I’m a float lieutenant now!! 😀
Hope you had a great day!
Jerome Morgan went to Angola State Penitentiary at the age of 17 for a murder he did not commit.
I remember that day all too vividly.
It was a horrible day for our entire neighborhood.
Jerome is a very good friend of one of my brothers, but you know how it is when your brother has friends that are always around…pretty soon they become extended family.
And that’s what he is to me…one more brother added to the branch. We all grew up in the same neighborhood and Jerome was always such a sweet kid.
Which is why we knew from day one that they had the wrong person when they carted him off to prison.
And sentenced him to life without parole for murder.
Thanks to the Innocence Project of New Orleans, he is now a free man. If you want to read the story, you can find it here.
He was let out of prison in 2014, but the D.A. had plans to appeal and retry him. However in 2016, the D.A. decided to drop the appeal.
The nightmare is over for him. He can now go and live the rest of his life out in peace and love.
When he hugs me, I cry. It’s a hug that says “I never thought I’d hug you again, I’m so happy to be hugging you right now.” He never wants to let me go, I always have to break the hug.
I think he’s still amazed by the fact that he’s a free man now.
20 years is a long time to be locked down for something you didn’t do. And to be at “the Poderosa” at 17 years old…I can’t even imagine.
It didn’t break his spirit though. He’s just as sweet as he was before his entire life was turned upside down. He now has his own barber shop and he mentors young kids.
I’m so proud of that dude.
Welcome home Rome…we love you.
Wishing you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving!