The Difficulty of Letting Others Do

Long story short.  I came home early, Dad’s day companion, Queen, wasn’t there.  She was out doing other work, but was supposed to bring back milk.  She forgot the milk.  I felt like I should go get it.  I felt bad when she said she would.  I made myself stay home, but made some excuse about it being too hot to go out again.  (Boy was that lame, it was just as hot for her).  She didn’t seem to think anything of it.

But its weird being home and sitting while someone else is making Dad’s dinner, getting his milk.  I was fine when he did it, but this is hard.

So while I can complain about being overwhelmed with too much to do, I also have a difficulty watching someone work in my home. Hmmmm…..

But I did it.  Now all I have to do is get up the nerve to tell her that Dad needs her meatloaf to be more solid!