... to a 56 and 22 year old. Such a dubious honour!
Yes. I will assume the rank of M.R.F in my family - most responsible female (and therefore person overall) in the near future.
Somehow I imagine that this is how someone like Prince William or Henry might feel - you know you're going to take over, but you don't know when... you've spent your life learning how to "do" these things, but even when the time arrives you can't be sure exactly how you do stuff. Luckily, like with most monarchies (or matriarchies, in the case of my family) there is always people around to help out.
All this prefaces the fact that it has been decided that my mom isn't going to be returning home from the hospital. From what I have been told, she will be going into a hospice type care facility until it's "her time". On top of that, my dad and I have been informed that we both have power of attorney over her financial affairs - and since my dad isn't so great with all that kinda stuff that means it's up to me.
We worked out a system this weekend that basically comes down to the fact that I'll be taking care of making sure the bills are paid. I'm planning on setting it all up online and doing from wherever I live. As long as my dad puts money into the accounts then I'll be able to pay them.
It's been a bit urgent this weekend - we all worry that my mom will be gone before we have a chance to deal with transfering some of her money into my dad's accounts and all her money will be frozen. Since my mom hasn't been working my parents have slipped into quite a bit of debt and we have to figure out that situation.
On top of all that awesome new responsibility, my mom's cat Clyde is suffering from what we think is stress! He's been eating his feet, licking himself raw and more or less looks like he has flesh-eating disease!! I don't know whether he should come to London to live with me or what. It's a mess.
Normally you get to ease your way into being an adult - your parents are always there to help you out when you have questions about things like insurance, mortgages, all that kinda stuff that you don't just learn on your own. And for most people they have until they are like, 40 or 50 til they don't have their parents anymore to ask. (Or parental figures, I suppose). However, since my mom has always been the one to do all the parental stuff at my house I feel like I've just been handed the lovely honour of now being an official adult. Hurray for me.
I'm not totally awash in the sea though. I have my aunts and uncles there beside me to help me out with all this crap. They understand this stuff totally and I'm so glad they can help me out. Who'd have thought that my god-parents would get to assume their role of surrogate parents? (well, kinda).
I'm too hard on my dad sometimes, I know I am. He's a good person. However I can't say I wasn't completely pissed off on the weekend when I learned how much he spends in a month on vices - trips to the beer store, the LCBO, buying smokes. It's absolutely ridiculous!! There is no reason!!! Where I learned to become the responsible adult that I am (or have been given the honour of) I wonder. I don't smoke, drink in moderation, eat well and exercise. Not traits I learned from my family, thats for sure.
I need a vacation. I want to be like Zak Morris from Saved by the Bell and press pause and not have to have life happen for just a short while. I want someone to tell me the answers and make everything work out for me. And I want it now, not down the road. Yes, it will all work out - or at least it will feel like it has, but that feeling will not come quickly.
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