Puck is still making me smile *points*
I blame the lack of structure in my childhood for the fact that I'm a neurotic planner.
As such, when word came in that dad was sick and/or dying, my mind went straight from "dad's dying" to "planplanplanplanplan". The next day, I was on the phone with the funeral homes, getting pricing for cremations. I called Grandma to establish our game plan once dad had died and mom was on her own (hint: she's NOT moving in with me).
Dad got out of the hospital Friday (he was in for nearly two weeks, though we probably won't know much of anything else until his Doctor's appointment this week), and I've spent the last several days planning.
Renting out a storage unit big enough to hold my stuff & possibly some of theirs if they have to move in a hurry. Calling Verizon to make sure their phones don't get cut off while Dad was in the hospital. Hooking mom up with a gas card to get to and from the hospital while he was in, and taking her grocery shopping tomorrow now that he's out.
...and now have spent the past two days spontaneously bursting in to tears because my mom's a heinous bitch.
Obviously, I am now distracting myself now with Facebook & LJ & looking for a new Star Trek/Karl Urban wallpaper for the computer I spent $400 souping up today. HELP DISTRACT ME, PLEASE, I WILL LOVE YOU ALL FOREVER.
As such, when word came in that dad was sick and/or dying, my mind went straight from "dad's dying" to "planplanplanplanplan". The next day, I was on the phone with the funeral homes, getting pricing for cremations. I called Grandma to establish our game plan once dad had died and mom was on her own (hint: she's NOT moving in with me).
Dad got out of the hospital Friday (he was in for nearly two weeks, though we probably won't know much of anything else until his Doctor's appointment this week), and I've spent the last several days planning.
Renting out a storage unit big enough to hold my stuff & possibly some of theirs if they have to move in a hurry. Calling Verizon to make sure their phones don't get cut off while Dad was in the hospital. Hooking mom up with a gas card to get to and from the hospital while he was in, and taking her grocery shopping tomorrow now that he's out.
...and now have spent the past two days spontaneously bursting in to tears because my mom's a heinous bitch.
Obviously, I am now distracting myself now with Facebook & LJ & looking for a new Star Trek/Karl Urban wallpaper for the computer I spent $400 souping up today. HELP DISTRACT ME, PLEASE, I WILL LOVE YOU ALL FOREVER.