Forgetful Me

I am sitting in a hospital room typing on Dad’s iPad. Why am I doing a blogpost on an iPad when I had my computer, Husband’s iPad and my new kindle all packed and ready to go? Because I literally left our apartment without the bag that contained them. As I was halfway home I had a sneaky suspicion I might have forgotten it, pulled off at a gas station, realized I had and started crying. I called Dad. I couldn’t believe I had done this. I don’t do stuff like this. This is actually the second time this week I’ve done this. On Monday I was leaving a bible study and got home before realizing I had forgotten my bag there. More forgetting.

He told me not to worry about it. He’d loan me his iPad. It’d be fine and we’d figure it out. I was crying. Essentially crying over forgotten electronic devices. What was wrong with me? Why had I forgotten these things and why was I now crying driving down the road? He said we are all under extreme stress right now. A stress level that I don’t think we realize. He was right. He is right. It is a stress I have never felt before. Not a stress of how am I going to get everything done, work projects, deadlines. This is life stress. This is life.

So today I am sitting in a hospital room with Mom. It’s my turn to take care of her. Our family has bonded together in ways I cannot put into words. Bonded more than I ever thought we could. Sister K and I have spent the last week making decisions, making choices, doing what we need to do for our family right now. To support Mom. To support Dad.

Mom still has a ways to go. It looks like tomorrow she will be moving to a rehabilitation center temporarily for a week and then we will take it from there. I am working on taking all of this one day at a time. This is hard. It goes against who I am. I am a planner and I am having to fight my mind’s desire to plan. Because if I look at the past week Mom has made small but big improvements everyday. One day at a time.

I apologize for any weird formatting, misspellings, etc. IPad blogging is harder than it looks!

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