What I meant to say was… The Brady Bunch was a bunch of hooey.
That whole “solve all your problems in 30 minutes” nonsense? It was just that: nonsense.
It was only after I wrote my last blog post that I remembered one very important fact: even The Brady Bunch needed some three-parters and some (really bad though I loved them) full-length feature films to get through their ordeals.
But this insane situation with my grandmother is looking to be much more than a three-parter. It’s more like a… NeverEnding Story (another really bad movie though I loved it).
I’m a mix of sad, frustrated and disappointed to report that the mediation agreement went to crap within hours of it being agreed upon. Because within hours, rumblings emerged from individuals not present at mediation who took issue with some of the content and wording as drafted by a judge, three lawyers and several at-the-time agreeable participants.
And so a ridiculously petty battle over semantics turned into an unnecessary delay in getting my grandmother back home, and we thus returned to the good ol' times (sarcasm) of playing ping pong with a human life. So not cool. And so disheartening.
I don’t know when she’ll finally come home. I don’t know how this will all turn out. I do know that I’m angry. None of this had to happen. None of it. It’s been a colossal waste of everyone’s time, money, emotion, health and energy. Two months ago, everything was fine. Fine! And then… this! And for what???
(Deep sigh… count to ten…)
I appreciate the support and heartfelt kindness my friends, family and readers have expressed over the past couple of months. I’ll keep you updated as best I can. In the meantime, look after your senior loved ones! They deserve to be treated so much better than this.
(PS - How many of you have the theme song to NeverEnding Story stuck in your head now? Sorry about that.)