My mom is home. She arrived last night with my father, weak and shaky and beaming from ear to ear. She is so happy to be home and I am so happy to have her there. It is amazing how much easier it is to fall asleep at night with the image of my dad in bed alone staved off for a little while again. I can’t tell you how that haunts me.
Tomorrow I have taken the day off of my little part time jobs and I am hoping to, at last, go see my garden plot and pull a few weeds. I’ll take my son in the morning before we head to mom’s, and I think we will play for a little while, just the two of us. He needs mommy time and I haven’t been giving much of it of late. So yes, we’ll pull weeds and play in the dirt and soak in a little bit of sunshine before we head on our way.
This is a boring entry considering all the excitement of the last two days. But it reads like I feel — tired.