Being Bipolar

Tomorrow marks the start of a troublesome month. As December enters the door, I am only reminded of the hundreds of things I need to get done. Hopefully, I can get through this without tearing someone’s head off.

My oldest son turns 17 at the end of the month. It depresses me to know that I only have one year left before he is legally an adult. What happened to my baby boy? He’s growing up and turning into a man and before I know it he will have his own family. Of course, I am getting ahead of myself but if these 17 years went by so fast then the next ones surely won’t be slow either.

I also have my father’s birthday staring me in the face. Last year, his birthday party included the grandchildren huddled around his hospital bed and singing happy birthday to him before he ate chicken broth. (He was on a liquid diet.) I have a video of it and have watched it several times recently. At age 55, it was his last birthday. He passed away on New Year’s Day. When I visited with him a few weeks before, I had asked him if he thought he could make one more birthday. I feel it was his final gift to me.

Of course we have the major holidays to think of. Don’t even get me started on those.

My father in law is having elective surgery (a gastric bypass) on December 16. Is there anyone else who would like to add to my month of misery? Anyone?

Now that I have laid out everything that will be stressful for me in the coming month, I have posted it and hope to leave it behind in November. (One can dream, huh?)