I have a schedule in my head. All my school assignments are mapped out in my head.
Voting is next week in my mind ‘cause gran and I have the mail in ballots.
But all last evening, because gran does not have a bunch of other things to worry about, she would ask about once an hour “have you looked into all the stuff to vote?”
I am gonna have to rearrange my map ‘cause she can’t do anything else but worry about it.
And I understand that.
It’s just so difficult to do school and maintain my relationships while also fitting gran in where ever she wants to be.
She can’t help that she is losing her mind, and she deserves as much dignity as possible in her last years.
So maybe we’ll go over the ballot tonight before I do my homework.