No Such Luck
Mom's sick. I can't tell how sick because she won't talk about it. Yesterday all she said was she was tired and felt kind of like she was about to come down with something. Today she still feels icky, but all I got was it's "different." There's nothing she needs, so I'm leaving her alone.
She's back to her annoying tricks of spreading the Sunday paper all over the place outside, so it can blow down the street later and leaving her coffee pot on the one square foot of counter space in the kitchen. Don't know if she's just feeling crappy or if she's being an ass on purpose.
I hope she's feeling better tomorrow. I want to see if she's safe to drive on her own before I head back to work Tuesday...
She's back to her annoying tricks of spreading the Sunday paper all over the place outside, so it can blow down the street later and leaving her coffee pot on the one square foot of counter space in the kitchen. Don't know if she's just feeling crappy or if she's being an ass on purpose.
I hope she's feeling better tomorrow. I want to see if she's safe to drive on her own before I head back to work Tuesday...