Reliability

A friend came over this morning to help me get my home ready for brunch. She helped me clean, tidy, and cook. And she did with with a smile on her face and in a great mood. It was wonderful on multiple levels.

The whole reason she was here, of course, was because my mom had been unreliable and not helped babysit so that I could get these same things done beforehand. And the whole reason I was hosting was because my mom couldn’t do it at her own house. And then, at the end of it all, my mom barely helped clean up before trying to leave. I then kind of required her to be more helpful before she left, and she was, though only to a degree. She left the task I gave her only partially completed. And she complained to me about how I needed to leave for my next thing, as I finished the task she hadn’t finished. And I genuinely believe that it is extremely likely that she had no idea that she hadn’t been very helpful and completed what I had asked her to do.

And that sucks.

God, help to heal my mom sooner, please. Thank you for my friends. Thank you for M. Please, keep my sub and and our baby and me safe, and make use well. Give us great sleep tonight and each night. Thank you for our home. Keep it safe and well, too, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2025