What’s for dinner? Who asked that? Oh, it was my oldest son who stopped in on his way home from work to have dinner with us. As GG says, awww, that’s so sweet! At least it would have been if I hadn’t been out all day and actually had some kind of inkling what I was going to make for dinner. What’s a busy mom to do? When i know he’s coming I TRY to plan ahead because typically on days I’m all over we have salads or something extremely simple. Looking at the clock I saw it was already 5:00. Great, the day flew by. Score another one for mom of the year. GG’s pediatrician said to keep GG on stricter schedule so she has an easier time going to bed. Part of that was having dinner made by 530 so she’d be finished with it by 6, two hours before bedtime. Ack!
Our Day-condensed version
We had been out most of the day finishing up paperwork for a wheelchair, pick up a friend who had surgery, get Dad’s meds transferred and refilled, establish myself as a new patient with a local Dr, take Dad to get his eyeglasses adjusted, return the 15 books to the library that Dad had read within 6 weeks and finally the last thing we did was to pick up a few groceries.
He didn’t tell me (pride) but I could see that Dad was having some trouble so I helped him up the three steps from our garage to kitchen. After a quick look to my right to see if my cat, Kiddie, was alive (she’s 21) who now has seizures, I notice that she had thrown up. A quick clean up with a mental note to come back later to do a better job at it. Dad’s itching so before I do anything else I first rub lotion all over him. Our dog is wining to go potty and GG says she’s hungry. Along with the sinus infection that took hold of all of us, except for Dad (blessing!) within a day of each other, JMan texts me from work that he has a red eye. Please not that!