Took my dad to his check-up again this morning, 3 times this month now, and I still haven’t figured out how to plan work around it, just winging the calendar every time a new date shows up.
He was in a decent mood, cracked the same joke about the waiting room chairs (they really are that hard), and the whole thing took 20 minutes once we got called back, after an hour of sitting there first.
Sometimes I wonder if this is just what it looks like once you’re freelance and an only kid, or if I’m making it harder than it needs to be.
– rescheduled 2 calls
– packed a granola bar so I wouldn’t skip lunch again
– forgot the parking ticket, had to go back for it
Told my mom I’d take the next one too, we’ll see how that goes once deadlines pile up again.