My mom called yesterday, and out of the blue told me that she does not want the Home Care woman to come to her house every day. (When I left there last June, the arrangement was for her to be there for at least one hour twice a day.) I told her (as she already knew) that I was sick and preoccupied with Alex's injury and did not want to argue about this again right then. So then she got all weepy about not being able to please me. Gods, I do not know how I'm going to tolerate spending several days with that woman when I do visit. Right now that looks like early March, but a lot depends on what the pediatric orthopedist says about Alex's arm today.
Aside from mom's call, I spent most of yesterday trying to get well, which involved a lot of resting in bed and being lazy. But today I MUST do dishes and laundry, and go out to pick up a few groceries. Yeah, I'll definitely do that... later... right now I'm going back to bed.
Gods, I adore this song! How can that be classified as Country? I Do Not Like Country.