Or she will be by the time I get off work today. My mother was released from the hospital this afternoon. 🙂
It’s difficult for me to sum up the feelings other than the ole roller-coaster metaphor. While tired, it is apt but doesn’t quite cover what it’s like to have your remaining parent in and out of the hospital and never quite knowing which time will be the last. There MUST be a special circle of hell just for that feeling. If I really believed in hell… Anyways, this passed week or so has sucked ass and that’s the nicest way I can put it. Between my mother in the hospital, my husband spraining his ankle and my child determined to act three years old no matter how illogical I keep telling her that is; I believe some booze and/or long bubble baths are in order.
Which has left me with some sort of a quandary: How personal do I want to get with my writing blog? Granted, I won’t be doing in depth reviews of *achem* "toys" I purchase or describing bodily functions in grizzly detail (only vague detail ~_^) , but if I wait to only talk about writing, it’s kinda cold and lonely. I don’t get many visitors here anyway and the ones that come, I’d like to keep.
So, I suppose it’s time to get to know the Lenni. As House would say: Wear a cup.