May
Catching up and updating again…
I’m sorry I haven’t been around much over the past several days - either by writing or reading much at all. The garage sale days really wiped me out (more on the garage sale later), and then Saturday in general pretty much finished me off. I felt so miserable after we (finally) got home that day that I ended up just putting a DVD on for the kids and dozing off in the recliner until dinner time. Which ended up being late. After dealing with baths, I finally escaped outside for some much-needed peace.
I wasn’t the only one needing some ‘down’ time…

Soccer went pretty well on Saturday. Hannah scored 4 goals (remember - no goalies in her age group), although she and another little girl ran around playing tag together during all of the breaks. So both of them were noticeably tired by the last quarter of the game. No surprise there.

(Hannah’s the one in the pink socks…)

Abby’s game was a very exciting one. They lost 7-1, but her team made so many shots on goal (most of which they missed, unfortunately), that it was a relatively even match. I spent at least half of the game watching from the play structure on the playground again though. Becca has now graduated to attempting to climb ladders - since she mastered the one on our slide at home on Friday.

The ones at the playground are a bit more challenging. Apparently stairs are for ‘babies’ though, not big 2-year-old girls. At least that’s what Becca now seems to think.
Sunday was just a very strange day. Not a bad day, just different.
I was awakened early by 3 little girls bearing a (slightly soggy) bowl of cereal. After opening Hannah’s gift (Abby made let me open hers last week) and eating every last spoonful, I went back to sleep. Thus missing church (sorry!), and I slept until Ron woke me up at 10:30. And I was still so tired! We had a low-key morning since we had no real plans, and I ended up lying down again while the girls were having quiet time.
A couple of hours later I woke up - and for the first time in several days actually felt decent again. I think all of the (much needed) sleep finally kicked this cold out. Hopefully it’ll stay gone. The rest of my Mother’s Day involved me never actually getting dressed (I can’t remember the last time I spent all day in my pajamas - it felt very odd), ordering pizza in for dinner (although we made Abby’s day by Ron running out and getting her some tacos instead - her favorite, and she doesn’t get them very often), and staring at the computer wondering where to begin with trying to catch up on things.
And worrying about my mom. My brother called me around lunchtime from the airport - he’s going to be gone for a business trip (that he can’t avoid) for several days. He visited our mom in the hospital again - she’s off of the ventilator finally, but from what he gathered, she hadn’t eaten, drank or slept since. And since she’s someone whose anxiety issues include a healthy dose of insomnia, I can’t imagine how difficult not being able to sleep, while stuck in a hospital bed and unable to move must have been for her.
I’m feeling very helpless right now. I did call the hospital Sunday afternoon and attempted to find a way to talk to her. After 30 minutes on hold, I had gotten nowhere (except to find out that she finally had been given food and drink), so left my name and number. After I woke up from my unexpected nap, I called back and finally got someone who could transfer me in to her room, run down to answer the phone and hold it to my mom’s ear. She definitely didn’t sound happy, and I could hardly understand her, but I was able to wish her a Happy (or rather not) Mother’s Day and let the girls talk to her briefly.
I need to figure out a way to go and see her. I should have enough money from the garage sale earnings (about a final total of $200 over the three days, although we spent some on dinner tonight and some on much-needed groceries) to cover the gas costs to get to Detroit and back, but will have to figure out how to ask for yet another day off from work, and how to make sure there’s someone to watch the girls in the evening of whichever day I go.
My mom told me today that if she’d known how bad this surgery would be, she would’ve decided not to do it and just lived with the knowledge that the aneurysm could rupture and kill her, whether in a week or in 10 years. And I can’t really say that I necessarily blame her.
Sorry, this post took a decidedly depressing turn, which wasn’t my intention. The good news is that the surgery was successful, and once she recovers, as far as I know anyway, my mom should be ok. It’s just the recovery that’s proving challenging. She may end up in a nursing home or rehab center for a few weeks since there’s nobody to take care of her at home. We’ll see how the next few days go.
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