We went over to have pizza with my mother tonight.  I sat with her in the living room while she cried.  She and Ernie visited my father today and there he sat slumped in a wheelchair with all the other residents.  She started talking about getting their homecare person in five days a week and bringing him back home.  I think she knows she can’t but she just cries. 

I gotta say that at the end of the day sitting while your wheelchair bound mother cries to you "I love him so much, I want him home.  I can’t believe I put him in that horrible place. I should have taken better care of him" is not the easiest thing to do. I don’t blame her a bit…..I understand her pain. This is far more painful than I expected. I knew it would be hard but I have to admit that I didn’t think it would be this hard.

Anyway, after dinner Ernie and Owen went to the Urbana Library to see Sarah Lee Guthrie and Johnny Irion.  Yesterday I told Owen we might go to a concert and he let out a big sigh and said, "FINALLY!"  Leo and I came home though.  He did his homework and is now working on a house in the Lego Digital Designer.

Me, I’m just sitting here looking at my filthy house wondering where on earth I would find the energy to do something productive and wondering when I’ll get rid of this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Maybe I’ll write something cheerful tomorrow.

Thoughts?