Mom Is Being Transferred to Rehab
Snow flurries this morning. I want to go back to sleep, but I can't. Also, I have no clean clothes, so I'm doing emergency laundry.
I got a lot of questions answered about the independent study that we're doing in the summer. I also now have an appointment with my advisor.
Mom is being transferred to rehab tomorrow. I exchanged texts with my mom's friend Kate, who thought that I was going over there now, so I called Mom back and said that Mom told me not to come next week. She said that it still didn't make sense for me to come there while she's at the rehab place.
Met with the pet sitter for my trip to California. She was disappointed that the girls hid, although she saw Mimi's ears.
I'm not feeling great; I feel like someone is blowing up a balloon inside my head. I decided to go to bed early and get up at the crack of dawn to go to the old place. First, I took a nap and overslept.
Then Mom called again. She was confused as to when I was taking my trip. I said that I had been planning to go to her house next week, and she said not to come. She did say. "Love to you and the girls," which was nice. And I got an email about how to deal with "caregiver stress," which had nothing new in it and annoyed me greatly.
Now I'm planning to go back to sleep and get up at 4 AM to be on the road at 6. Oh crap, I forgot to put laundry in the dryer.