TGIF 8/31/07

so back to normal again... sort of.

mom wanted to get to her office and get the mail so we prepared early to get that done. she had a good night's rest so things went smoothly.

dad awoke several times last night-- when he peeked his head out the door early, i saw very tired eyes. he went back to bed for a short while, dressed (yes, shorts on backward again and added another shirt to the mix) and came out for breakfast. he got thru everything alright-- the morning show was on for distraction above anything else (mom wouldn't give up the paper), then went back to bed again.

i hurried to the grocery-- needed to beat the holiday rush. got home in time for mom to be completely pissed off that she HAD to get to work right now! miffed, i knew it was best to stay silent... put the necessary stuff away then put her shoes on and said "ready?" grabbed dad-- who had gotten up again and we ran mom and sasha to the office. the ride over was rather quiet until mom said "i'm the one who told you to go to the grocery when you did. i should have told you to wait to go shopping until you took me to work."

now miffed even more, i again stayed quiet. but in my lil head i was thinking.... please don't say one more word! please don't say one more word!

if you're not following me-- the jist of what mom meant was she's first... above anything or anyone else. and she has no problem with my taking dad to the grocery store or my leaving him alone while i go to the grocery. neither, by the way, are on my list of things to do.

dad remains sleepy today-- and it's gorgeous outside; such a bummer for him. he's confused with the home health services the hospital ordered for mom... more things for him to understand at a time where understanding isn't coming easily. the nurse came by this afternoon and dad made a beeline to another room! we talked for awhile just a bit ago and i'm trying to answer his questions simply. i think he gets it for now-- at least the questions stopped.

i'm fearful our days have now changed for the long-term... and he will miss our jumping in the car on a whim doing what he wanted to do. i can almost see sadness in his eyes when he gets that mom will be here more often and there will be people coming in to help her now. just another freedom gone. now we must plan and coordinate everything.... and he's losing me as his only outlet as i've gained mom as another patient.