Sunday morning I woke up to an icy world outside and decided it was way too icy for my somewhat unsteady 83 year old father to be walking around. So we called and told them I wouldn’t be taking him to church that day. I snuggled back into bed and read and talked to the guys whenever they’d pop into the room. I had an Ice Day. It was WONDERFUL. I got to read the Sunday paper, we decorated the house a little more. The ice really wasn’t bad enough to keep us in the house all day but it looked horrible on our little street so we went with it. It was a great day….
I paid the price however as the phone rang at 3:00 a.m. Mom’s Lifeline alert had gone off so they called us. Ernie went over and found she’d fallen out of bed, called the paramedics and they got her up. Dad was in the bathroom the whole time and missed it.
I talked to Mom and told her I didn’t know how long they could stay in their house. She said, "well, where we would go?" in puzzlement. I said, "well, uh….a nursing home." She didn’t like that idea. I did get her to concede that maybe they could use more help….someone to help them shower, etc. She doesn’t want to spend money but she agreed to think about getting more help.
So I loved my Ice Day but man oh man was I exhausted yesterday after being up and so tense in the middle of the night. Last night I yelled at the boys and had to apologize to them. I hate acting like that. I feel better today though….although I won’t even go into how busy my week is and how I can’t figure out when we’re going to decorate Mom and Dad’s tree, etc.
I talked to my sister Debbie the other day and I thought I sounded o.k. but maybe not as when I got home last night Owen made me close my eyes and guided me into the dining room where this awaited me. The card said "consider this floral prozac, love, Debbie." I’ve got great sisters.