Mom Is Back in the Hospital Again
I ordered a better postage scale to come on Wednesday. I'll give the old one to Goodwill.
I don't know when the heck I'll be able to unpack if I keep going to Mom's house.
Tried to nap over lunch but my brain wouldn't stop whirring. Too much going on. I'm going to skip yoga tomorrow to go get keys cut for the house cleaner and pet sitter. I don't know how I can get it done otherwise. Ace Hardware closes at 7 PM.
Mom's friend Kate called. Apparently Mom has gone downhill over the last few days, including that she can't walk, so Mom's friend Ken called the paramedics to send her back to the hospital. The plan is to get her transferred to rehab. That might help with my going next week because of the dental appointment at 2 that day. Less rush. I'll need to work on getting the stairs rebuilt. I asked my mom where her checkbook is, though, and she said that she didn't know. I guess my first order of business is to find things. I said that I could prescreen helpers.
I just want to cry though.
I made progress on my homework, but emailed my teacher saying that it was going to be late. I'm going to sleep now.