Grandpa

Today a new day dawns. Today there may be a new dawn but for me it's the same old shit.
I get up - reluctantly. I let the dogs out to do there S.O.S. and then I'm on to do my duties as an underpaid overworked saint. That's what "they" say about me. "Oh that Cheryl, she's a regular Mother Teresa minus that skin and bone look." I also hear that there is a special place in heaven for me. Really? I truly don't mind what I do and I'm so glad my dad isn't in a nursing home. It's just that I could use a break. A break without worrying that my job isn't being done as good as I would do it or that Gramps would at least pretend he doesn't mind the change. If you look up old fart in the dictionary my dad's face would be there. Oh shoot. The time for me has arrived for me to finish this up. Gramps just called on his beeper. He tells us that he needs a little help. I say into my call button, "Too bad. You're just going to sit there until I feel like getting up." Of course his is turned off by now and he never knows what I said. I head down the hallway, open the door ask what he needs. As IF I didn't already know.