Okay. Tonight I am stressing. Not
about the marathon. I have way too much to do before I get to
stressing about that. Probably once I am away from the business...
The thing is when one operates a 24/7 care home where you--as in me
and the hubs--are on site--as in our home--all but about 24 hours of
each week, it is hard to leave. There is so many lists of things
that have to be done that my staff--who are fantastic--have no idea
when and how. Not to brag, but I have a knack to get people with
dementia to do what needs to be done with it appearing to be their
idea. I call myself a master manipulator. If it needs to get done,
I will find a way to convince my peeps to do it and laugh about it
even if they hate every minute. (I really try to only use this skill
on my residents...although, I have found me starting to try it on the
hubs...that does not end well!)
Yet, here I type with a list a mile long
before me.
Must. Stop. Procrastinating.
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