Is a Month Long Enough?

I need to try to regain my sanity. Seems like this may not be the week. I've not blogged in so long that all three of my readers have probably stopped reading me. It's been a bit of a trying time lately. Between writing papers for Brainy Linguistics Prof and Brilliant Irish Studies Prof, teaching, freelancing, and navigating the murky waters of my personal life, I'm freaking tired.

My mom may end up being committed to a hospital--if we're lucky. In the meantime she's causing obscene amounts of stress for my saintly sister and moderately obscene amounts for me. I feel guilty every day. Not for my mom--she's burned too many bridges for us to feel bad about her situation. I just wish I could help my sister more. She's in the moment all the time, and I have the luxury of long distance keeping Mommie Dearest at bay. Seriously, our mom makes Joan Crawford look pretty good sometimes. Wire hangers be damned!

I don't know how things will come together, but I know that my sister deserves the little spare time she has to spend it with her family rather than being at the beck and call for the tyrant next door. I'll do what I can, but at this moment I'm not sure what that is.

In the meantime, I'll be looking for some holiday cheer. The snow is beautiful outside, and for now, it's making the world a little bit more sparkly. This is something I can be grateful for.