My mom is still in the rehab hospital because of her fall she had the Monday after our wedding. I wish I could take away her pain and put it into my body. I could deal with it.. somehow. My parents have always been the ones go-go-going. I would compare them to other parents that were younger than them.. the younger ones so often seemed older. I don't want to see my mom in that hospital bed again. She is working hard with PT and OT (as my sister calls her: The Queen of all Bitches, Nina).
I am going there on Saturday and I am going to help her dig a tunnel out. It may take some effort to get it large enough so that her walker will fit through too..
The Bean had a visit again on Monday. BM made her mashed potatoes. Thrilling. Mom of the Year. Now maybe she should stop posting pictures of her in short skirts with a bare ass hanging out.
Time is going so quickly. Bean will be one year old in a few weeks. We are having a little party. I am starting to freak out about it as what the hell do you do at a party for a one year old? It is kind of turning out to be a party for adults that kids will be present for... but what do the kids do? Do I need to have crafts, activities, games? Who knows if it is going to be warm enough to play outside... I will google it.
I have had so many warm fuzzies this week. I went to coffee with some girlfriends and we sat and laughed and talked for three hours. I was on cloud nine. These women bring me strength and an energy that carries me for days. I also got to see my Nonny. I adore her. We had lunch and walked around their furniture store and laughed with her husband. I needed some time with her. She and I go through these loops of talking.. not talking.. life getting in the way.. not enough time. But we always come back to one another. I love that.