I'm busy, busy, dreadfully busy...

I just got back from picking up our pictures from our summer vacation. I'm afraid I will not be able to do anything for a long time. I'll have to get busy and scrapbook these pictures. You see, I got 268 pictures developed....and that's not all of them. Wow!

So much for work, housework, sleeping, laundry, etc. etc.

So if you see me with bags under my eyes but a smile on my face then you'll know what I've been up to.

See you sometime next year. I'm going scrapbooking.

Twisted Sister

Am I being too sensitive?
Is she right?
Am I bossy?
Just taking a pole to determine what my friends think of me.

Today I received an email from my sister and the following is an excerpt of that letter. So what is your opinion? Is she correct?

I had a friend, Dale, up this past weekend. She came into my kitchen and told me to take the tomatoe out of the kitchen window. She also told me I should have the fruit bowl in the middle of the kitchen table etc etc. She reminded me of you...... BOSSY! :)

Another trip to the hospital

I had to return to mother's house this morning because after our excursion yesterday I still had her car ownership in my pocket. Boy, I sure hope step-father doesn't drive. He's not very good at all.

When I arrived at mother's I found their stair-lift chair at the bottom of the stairs but no one was downstairs. Upon further investigation I found step-father upstairs in bed. And mother was no where to be found. I woke up step-father and was informed that mother had been taken to the hospital. She has been fighting pneumonia and was in the hospital last week with it. I keep telling her that she is not going to get better if all she does is lie in bed all day.

So I proceeded to help step-father take his blood sugar level (he's diabetic), get downstairs, get breakfast and return to bed. He is not doing very well these days either. While I was there I witnessed him nearly black out. That was weird. He just stopped talking and stared into space then started to fall over. I had to catch him so he wouldn't fall off the chair. So I figured bed was the best place for him.

Mother is having tests done at the hospital to determine her problem. Last I heard she was having an ultra-sound. I don't think she's pregnant.... Step-father heard from her and she said that she was having congestive heart failure and they were going to send her to another hospital an hour away. However, all those comments were made by her and not the doctors. I sure hope they don't send her home.

Neither of these people should be living on their own...my opinion. However, my home is not set up to take them in. I've got stairs.

They also don't want to go to a nursing home because it costs too much. Exactly how much does it cost? And if they can't afford it does the government not then provide it. Or are the children then expected to pay for it? So many questions that I can't find the answers to.

Getting Old

Well, it's official. I'm a tween. I have young children at home to care for and run around. Now I have to care for and run around my mother and step-father.

My mother called today to hint that she needed something. I really, really hate it when she does that. If you want something just ask. And then I'll tell you I'm too busy.

I hate it when mother starts the conversation "are you busy?" Of course, I'm busy!! I have three children and a large house to clean. I also work two jobs and do odd jobs around the farm. I'm always busy!!

So today mother guilt tripped me into taking her to the local lab to get her monthly blood drawn for tests. Then because the lady at the lab was busy and mother was 15 minutes over her schedule to have the blood drawn she was ready to walk out and come back tomorrow. Only the lab is closed on Saturdays and I wasn't about to drive her someplace else tomorrow. Am I being a thoughtless, cruel daughter? Ask me if I care? I do really, but I do have a life too!

Then after running mother to the lab I realized that they needed groceries. So I took step-father to run errands and get groceries.

The funniest part was in the grocery store. Step-father eyed those motorized shopping carts as soon as he got to the store. Therefore, he was happy and it made the whole process faster, kinda. I told step-father that I was going to get bananas and he headed off towards processed meat. Then as I was coming out of the banana aisle I see him tearing off towards baked goods. What a sight to see a 77 year old man with his hair blowing in the breeze at the the local Zehrs. Look out everyone!!

Finally, I got him rounded up and made sure that he stayed close. But not too close. He can't see very well and his hearing is even worse. I also value my heels.

So if it's not one thing....it's your mother.