Anyhow, back to my Mom. She was worried about my Grandma; she just didn't sound right the night before and wasn't answering the phone. She decided to drive over to check on her before I came over with the kids and all their goods for the night. My Mom knew something was wrong when she saw Grandma Jean's face - it was misshapen, crooked. She seemed confused and disoriented, but insisted that she felt fine. But she didn't seem fine. She had ate breakfast at 1 am. She remembered to pick up a dog at the airport (she shows dogs) (that's another post altogether), but then went Christmas shopping. Please note my Grandma never Christmas shops until about December 20th, so this is odd. Odd, odd, odd equals a trip to the ER.
In short, she had a stroke. Again. She is in the hospital right now, and my poor mother is scrambling, trying to figure out what to do.
Whining about my plans being altered would certainly be in bad taste, so I will refrain. But I was bummed. It has been a tough week. (See also: I might start paying for someone to listen to me kvetch and moan.)
But I wasn't about to give up all hope. There wasn't anything I could do to help my family last night, but I still needed to feed my kids and I hadn't planned anything for dinner. So, I did what any
We came home and I lauded them with praise and smooched their little faces. Then my Solid Gold dancers shook their mighty booties to the High School Musical 2 soundtrack while I yelped and clapped from the couch.
I think my hypothetical therapist would approve.
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