Twenty, twenty, twenty four hours to go...

Another random post here. One day I'll get on a more regular schedule of posting. My mind has been on a lot of things, tho.

When I posted about my mom's boyfriend, it had been a while since that all started. His cardiac event happened the day after Halloween. For the last few weeks, I've been taking care of my mom. Making sure she eats something other than microwave popcorn at the hospital, getting her mind off of the hospital, and taking care of a few things around her house. Not to mention listening and supporting her since none of my other siblings were helping.

Right before this happened, another friend's dad died and I was the supportive one there too. After all this and holding in all of the things that were bothering me, I've drained the emotional batteries down to just about empty. It doesn't help that I haven't been able to sleep lately. But more about that in a bit.

Anyway, the guy died on Thanksgiving morning. Thanksgiving wasn't exactly a happy day. We tried to go on and celebrate like normal, but there was a huge cloud over everything. Mom threw herself into helping plan the wake and all right afterward. I think she did it because she felt she had to do something. Not that she already had done more than most of his family. Anyway, tomorrow night is the wake. I really, really don't want to go to it. I'm drained and don't have much more to give. But, I'm needed.

So tonight I did the smart thing and made my own form of a sleeping pill. Cook one part roast turkey, one part stuffing and potatoes, garnish with a lack of sleep, and top it all off with a bottle of wine. If this doesn't work, nothing will. I'm finishing off the last of the wine now, and will be crawling into bed after posting this. Wish me luck, I may need it.

The title is easy, but go ahead and tell me where it's from anyway. It's very fitting, wouldn't you agree?