When The Child Becomes The Parent a.k.a. Oh Mommy - You So Crazy

So...readers, it has happened. I am officially the parent, and my mother has become the child.

The woman who once protected me,  who fed me and wiped my butt, who gave birth to me for crying out loud is fast approaching helplessness.

Funny, not ha ha funny, but punch in the face funny is the fact that just as I begin to get a handle on my life, just as I finally begin to feel like I have some modicum of control, then the parent starts to go.

This isn't fair, I don't even have any children yet! But there is really no choice, is there? Even if you didn't like mommy for whatever reason, what kind of person doesn't take care of their aging and often ailing mother? 

Throw some incapable or irresponsible siblings into the mix, and you've really got something new to keep you up at night. Let's see...paid off credit cards, got a decent paying job, healthy relationship and then BAM! Here comes momma with a stack of bills and "laundry list" of health problems. Oye. Aye dios mio. Sacre Bleu. Sh*t. F*ck.

Maybe this should have been title, "oh Life - you so crazy."

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