To quote Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess of Grantham of Downton Abbey, “What’s a weekend?” You see, she is so privileged and money-ed that she never worked or had close contact with anyone with a job. She has no concept of workdays and rest days.
So, here I am heading into week three of the government shutdown and I am starting to forget my days.
Day after tomorrow, I will get my last partial paycheck until the government opens up again. I am not spending money…I have not purchased my annual Cost Plus/World Market Halloween rubber duckys yet. For those that know me…this is seriously not spending money. Really the only things I am buying is food and of course wine! However cheap…or should I say inexpensive my vino may be.
The timing is pretty good for me to have some time. My mom has taken a turn and she is needing more help than I am used to and usually able to give…so that is good. I now have to manage medications and coordinate home health care. Again, the government shutdown is hurting me…since she will need paid care soon…and I cannot claim the VA Aid and Attendance benefits until the government opens up. And you know those folks along with all the other shuttered agencies will have a lot of catch up work to do.
I want to scream, yell and cuss. However, just like being in a traffic jam…there is no one person or body to direct my frustration. Literally, no one to help with this stupid situation. I can’t even use my vote to channel my madness…since all the idiots causing this mess are from other states.
Anyway, I am using this forced vacation to get things done around the house. It is amazing how much dust and other stuff you see when you are not looking at work.