Turner has a yeast infection brought on my antibiotics. I think the yeast got in the diapers, so now I have bleached them, and just about everything else. Hopefully, they do not give him chemical burns now. He is currently sleeping in a plastic diaper. It is weird. I do NOT trust them. The diapers.
Trying to rid myself of bitterness. Cliff's grandfather passed away last week. This man had nothing to do with him his whole life, and he lived so close to us. He made this choice. He had another family and didn't want Cliff's dad and aunt to get in the way. I think I am bitter now that he is dead because when he was alive, it was like there was a possibility of him apologizing or telling someone he was sorry or regretful or that he loved them or anything. Now, he is dead, so there will be nothing like that. I can't shake this bitterness. He robbed my wonderful husband of having a grandfather.
