Sicker Than Others Saving the Landfills, one Giant Plastic Toy At a Time

All day long I tell myself “I can’t do this”. When I see her, I am practical; forceful. I put lotion on her hands and feet, lip balm on her lips, clean pillowcase on the bed. Move the photos closer to her face. Reset the playlist entitled “Wake up MOM!” which contains, among other songs, “Hard Headed Woman”, “No Sleep Till Brooklyn”, and “If you Want to Sing Out, Sing Out”. I command her to open her eyes and look at me. “MOM! You have to nod your head, I need you to blink twice if what I’m saying is getting through” and I act like a perky kindergarten teacher when she does what I tell her. “OH! A hand squeeze! You did it! You’re doing GREAT!”

In the back of my mind is “I cant do this”
But I AM doing it. We’re all just doing it. I guess this is just what you do. You wash the week old dishes. You strip the beds. You water the plants. You collect the bills and call the landlord. You reapply Burts Bees and slough off the chapped flakes. You pick their nose because if it were you, that part would make you jump out of your skin.

Her garden has the same plants as mine.