We affectionately call them leap years.

But the jump that I will be taking this month is one of faith.

Lots has been happening, my little starz. And yes, some of that has to do with drum guy… but that’s just the petty bullshit that I wished really mattered because then life would be a whole lot easier.

My mommi is going in for some major surgery next month.

She has been having a lot of problems walking lately… lots of falls and pains and problems with functioning like her normal busy-body-type self.

… It’s really just a mess and I don’t want to go into details.

But I have decided that I will be moving back home for her surgery and recovery. This is the only way she will be able to get the operations done before the third week in fucking April. My extended family is being too extended with this whole thing and it is really hard for me to handle.

I can’t imagine how my mom feels… no one being there for her.

And so I said fuck it. There is no reason why I shouldn’t be there for her. I’m farting around with a job that high school kids could do with their eyes closed. I’d rather risk being late on my bills for a month than risk my mom not being able to walk anymore.

I’m really scared about the whole thing because not only will I be caring for my mother, but also my grandmother. She will be staying with us for at least a week right after my mom is scheduled to be discharged from the hospital. Yeah. Apparently my aunt and uncle’s vacation takes precedence over my mother’s physical health and mental stability.

Don’t even get me started.

And on top of all this… my mom has decided that she will not be returning to her job after she recovers. And then there is that whole taxes thing. This is going to be one hell of a month.