Round Five: The Move into The Corner

So,  April came and so did the move to the new house. I never knew how exhausting it could be... but I sure found out. I also found out the difficulty of making choices. I was supposed to go to my senior prom that next weekend. I didn't go. I felt terrible,  my best friend had bought my ticket and dress... but the move and adjusting to a new routine was all I could handle.

One of the last times Daddy came outside the bedroom was two days after we moved in. I was on Spring Break. I felt like we were two kids... it was hilarious. Momma was gone and we were up to no good. I put daddy in the rollie computer chair and wheeled him into the kitchen. We decided we would have pizza rolls for a snack. Well... pizza rolls must cook and we got bored. I looked at daddy,  smiled and said,  "Ya know... this floor plan looks an awful lot like a racetrack! " He chuckled, "Yeah..." and  and then grinned. I jumped up and got behind him in the rollie chair. "Hold on to yer britches, Bub! " and we were off!  I ran him around the downstairs "racetrack". We laughed til our bellies hurt,  then ate some pizza rolls. We got busted by Momma when she got home. She yelled at us cause the chair left a few scuff marks on the new hardwood floor. Opps.

The monster was continuing the fight. Daddy had only enough strength in his legs to hold his weight, he couldn't move them on his own. So when I went back to school that next week,  I had a new routine. I had to wake up at six and hop in the shower. Get dressed. Get daddy out of bed, which involved a procedure of pulling him up to a sitting position, pick his legs up and swing him around to the side of the bed. Then,  I would pretty much bear hug him and help him shimmy over to a chair and sit him down. I would then make him breakfast,  feed him,  fill up his water mug,  make sure he could reach his straw and program the shows he wanted to watch to automatically switch. I would throw myself two biscuits in the microwave,  throw them in a ziplock, and sprint out the door by 7. Momma would come home on her lunch break to feed him and let him go potty. Then I would come home right after school.

The monster had all of us in the corner,  but the fight was not over yet.