Saturday, April 5, 2014
NOT a good caretaker day....
Every call he makes is a plea for either money, a ride, or just time with him to do things he wants to do. It is exhausting because it is never a two way street. He doesn't understand that there is any other part than his and what he wants. If we give him whatever he wants, then everything is OK, for him, regardless of the cost, or the effect it may have on us.
The week began with demands about a his cell phone. His phone was not doing everything he wanted it to do, even though he could call and text without a hitch. What he really wants is a phone with internet capability, which we have had to guard very closely in the past due to some inappropriate behavior.
I am a pushover. I admit it. I can only tolerate so much badgering. I gave in and loaned him the money to purchase a cheap phone with the promise that I would be repaid by the agency that manages his money. The phone was cheap but the service is not. He went with AT&T and the monthly fee is $65/mo. His fee with Cricket was only $32/mo, a very poor decision on his part. And my reimbursement was for the Cricket amount, not the new amount.
He called this morning when we were on our way to the dulcimer class at Gilda's club, wanting us to pick him up, but we did not have time to pick him up. He angrily ended the call with words that get him blocked from calling me, although he can block his phone # and it comes through as a private number. A few minutes later, he called again, saying that he had "dropped" his AT&T phone and had accidentally broken it, thus he needed a brand new android phone and I should give him $60 to buy another one. I stood my ground and refused. He was really angry at that point. I told him I was about to enter Gilda's and was going to turn my ringer off while I was there so as not to be interrupted. I placed his number so that his calls would go straight to voice mail and set the phone on airplane mode so it would not ring at all.
When we finished at Gilda's, he called Larry to tell us he had ridden the bus into the Highlands and wanted to be picked up and get lunch, which is what we usually do on Saturday. We came to our house after lunch and Larry went straight upstairs to hide. Tim went on again about the phone and still is harassing me about it, even as he exits through the door.....it is 3:45 pm. 3 hours of endless harassment is too much. Now I have a newsletter to finish and get sent out..... Oh, yeah, then there was the bedbug issue and the visit to the housing authority.... won't go into that right now.
- Hi, I am Teri West, a wife, retired home schooling mom, 2nd year breast cancer survivor, crafter,
musician, and primitive artist living and working in Kentuckiana, (the
Louisville, KY and S. Indiana area). My family heritage is in the hills
of Eastern Kentucky and Southern Ohio. I grew up in Louisville, Ky and
attended Eastern KY University and the Southern Baptist Theological
Seminary, graduating with degrees from both in education.
I married in 1979 and have three grown children, one a degreed artist,
one a techie/artist, and an autistic one, a photographic artist. Hubby
is a techie.
I work out of my home creating primitive items for friends, family,
and you. My loves are American folk music, primitive crafting, and
American folk art which all emanate from my devotion to my faith, family
and friends. I belong to the Louisville Dulcimer Society and I play mountain
dulcimer, guitar, violin, native flute, tin whistle,
bowed psaltry, and ukelele as well.