Well, mom is home safe and sound. I'm amazed at how quickly she was released. She is 74 years old and just lost a vital organ but hey, lets send her home 36 hours later! I'm happy to volunteer to help her the next week or two to get back on her feet and well on her way to recovery. It isn't always the easiest task to take care of loved ones. I'm surprised how many times I've seen the "bird" flying so freely around her house!
I know every family has its own dynamics but, I must tell you that I am just starting to fully understand the dynamics in mine. I'm actually a little proud of myself if I do say so myself. A certain family member is busting my chops. I do absolutely nothing correctly in her opinion when it comes to the care of my mother and she has no problem expressing that. Normally, that would prompt a fit of outrage after some time of festering and building up and an explosion on my part that just leads to her feeling happy and successful in her pushing my buttons. But not this time. I've finally grown up...or I'm just too tired and numb after the last weeks events to care any more. She is trying to jump up and down on the big red button but I guess it is broken cause I'm just not in to the reacting over it. So here is a shout out to myself and a yeah me for realizing that you can be 54 and still act like a childish teen and at 37 you really can finally grow up.
Warm fuzzy hugs for the world and for myself
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