you get the picture right? But wait! Tomorrow is a holiday, I can put off those pesky chores and take the day off. Yep, gonna forget it all, grab my book and go sit in the swing outside and enjoy the day. Ahh, so thankful for holidays.
This weekend we went back to our old stomping grounds to see our parents. Since 3 out of 4 of them have been hospitalized recently it seemed expedient to go see them. It's always good to go back and see family. The downside is that as much as we enjoy it, the boys get kind of bored...okay Alex gets bored and since there isn't alot for him to do we spend quite a bit of our time getting him out of trouble or potential trouble. So we usually only stay a couple of days. This is where the problem really lies. When you have such a short time to visit, you have to cram a lot of visiting in. My head is spinning with all the news, information and gossip that I heard. I don't remember who died and who had a baby because it's all mixed up in my brain waiting to be sorted out.
I enjoy going back to visit. I used to say we were going home. But now I don't know what to say...I mean, I really believe that Keya Paha county in Nebraska is truly one of the prettiest places I've ever been. And it's where I was raised. It's where my family comes from. The roots are deep. But this tree has been transplanted and it is no longer home for me. Even my husband agrees. He was walking around his parent's place yesterday, and he said it really hit him, that although he has many, many memories of that place, it's just no longer home.
My roots are digging into Ogallala. They've had time to find the water and I feel as though I'm finally starting to grow. We've been here long enough to see children start kindergarten and grow to enter college. We've quit dreaming of going back to where we grew up and love where we are. In the 29 years since I left my parents home, I finally feel like I'm home. This is where we raised our children, where we've gone through many trials, where we found our church home. This is my town. My home. It's been a long trip but finally I can say...."Honey, I am home!"
At the end of April I got an email from my mom telling me that my dad was going to have to have a heart cath done before they could do his hip replacement surgery. So on May 3rd they did a heart cath and decided he needed a stent put in due to blockage. I ran down to Kearney to see them. Dad looked great, definitely had his goofy sense of humor. He got to go home on Tuesday.
On Wednesday we got a call that my father in law had a heart attack and they were taking him to Kearney. Hubby went down on Thursday along with several of his siblings. He came home to work on Friday, and went down again on Saturday for the quadruple bypass operation to be done. His dad is doing great!
The day before his father was to be dismissed, his mother had a spell where she couldn't breathe. They thought she had pneumonia, but now they're saying it's congestive heart failure. So Wednesday of this week we went back to Kearney to see her. Thursday she had a really bad day, but now seems to be doing much better. Hubby is back down there today. His dad was dismissed from the hospital but has been staying at a hotel to be close to his wife of 54 years. Tomorrow he's going home for a few days. Hopefully my mother in law will be able to go home later next week.
It's been an eventful, stressful couple of weeks in our home. We had planned to celebrate our anniversary, but that went on the back burner.
Yesterday was our final MOPS meeting for the year. It's been a strange year, but we have several new moms and it was a blessing to work with all of them.
They boys are finishing up their school year this week and we're all looking forward to a bit of a break. Wonder if I can teach them to sleep in?
Whoa! I just realized that May is only half over. I hope we survive...