Square Peg ● Round Hole







A couple of days ago, I shared that my mother’s caregiver was leaving. I get it. The pay is ridiculously low and she needs to do what is best for her family. And, honestly, so do I.

I waited a few days to reach out to the agency, thinking that they would be proactive in our search for a replacement. Assuming always bites me in the ass. You see, we haven’t shared this information with my mother. I wanted a game plan first, so her anxiety wouldn’t be so high. She despises change. And honestly, I can’t blame her.

I called the agency, and let’s just say, the individual I talked to was defensive at first. Blaming the caregiver for telling me and then informing me that she would have to have her supervisor chat with me. Well, friends, can you imagine what happened next? I unloaded. I wasn’t unkind, but I pointed out the obvious. We have wasted days not having a plan. I told her that it was completely unacceptable. She backed down quite easily and apologized profusely. Apologies are empty unless followed up with action. I am still waiting.

Jesus. Take. The. Wheel. This is why I am not a fan of people. The inability to simply be in the solution. Do the job you were intended to do and be proactive. Why is this so difficult to accomplish? Anyway, I am leaving the issue to simmer this weekend. Focusing on family time at the pool and wondering why Mother Nature feels the need to make Louisville the seventh center of the sun. July called and it wants its humidity back. That’s all I can do today. I don’t know how it will work out, but I know it will. More will be revealed and maybe I will find a dose of patience in the process.