So my mom came home from the hospital yesterday. Today she's in amazing spirits, all up and down, doing things she feels like doing. She even sat for a while tonight and played the piano. It's cool to realize she only had surgery on Thursday and already she's getting around this well. Amazing, really.
I'm getting lots of props for the little contributions I make, which is always gratifying, but for goodness sake, why wouldn't I wash a few dishes and make a few meals? And etc. Still, I'm tucked away in my bed now, contemplating the day tomorrow and how it's probably not a bad idea for me to find a nice coffee shop somewhere so I can get a good long stretch of work done. I've been able to work some today and yesterday, but it's not really enough.
Otherwise? Otherwise, I'm going to meander here and there, do projects with and for my mom, walk outside and pick tomatoes and cucumbers, sit on the sofa and rub my mom's head or let her rub mine, run some errands, run some more, scold her for overdoing it already, the list goes on...
It's a different life for sure when you move back in with your parents for a week and counting. It's nothing any of us could do for very long - I have an exceedingly bold personality and eventually it's just a lot of togetherness. But it's a nice change of pace for the moment.