One of Those Days.....

Any woman can relate to this:
You know how, while digging around in your underwear drawer, you come across a bra that you forgot that you had?  It looks practically new, everything intact, and you can't remember why you didn't wear it.  You put it on, look in the mirror, move around, maybe bend over..... everything looks good and feels good, so you decide to wear it to work.  And then approximately 37 minutes into your day, you remember exactly why it was exiled to the back of the drawer..... it's one of those days.

Actually, it started yesterday.  I was supposed to work at the tax place until 4:00.  Things ran late, but it didn't matter.  I got done about 4:20 and just sauntered on out like I had all day.  As soon as I started the car, though, I remembered that I had to be at the home improvement place at 5:00!  So I rushed home, changed clothes, grabbed something to eat, and went to work - again.  Just as I arrived there, I got a call from Jenny, saying that Mom had fallen and broken her arm, and was then in the ER.  I was told not to leave work, so all evening long I was texting back and forth, until it was determined that she would stay in the hospital last night.  It turned out that she not only had a broken arm, but also three broken ribs, and she was in a lot of pain.

Chad's phone was out of minutes, so I had no way to call him to tell him.  When I got off at 9:00 I drove down by the house to see if he was there (no).  Oh well.  Then at 10:30, he knocked on the door - he had been at work.  Duh.  The last place I would have looked.  :)  So this afternoon when I get off at 2:00, I will take him to get a phone card, then go see Mom.  She expects to get out today, but probably not by 2:00.  She didn't even get sent to a room until going on 11:00 last night, after arriving at 5:00 in the ER!  My brain is completely scrambled as far as days and times.  I am not geared up mentally for combining two jobs, let alone the extra stuff like 80 yr old parents who climb on ladders.

What actually happened was, she was on a ladder touching up paint in the bedroom.  She was coming down frontwards, started to fall, and Dad tried to catch her.  He couldn't hold her, and she fell anyway, then he fell on top of her.  She had fallen against the bedroom door, so he couldn't get out, and he called Jenny, who then called 911.  Just before getting on the ladder, she was up on the dresser painting that wall and then discovered that she couldn't get down.  I talked to Dad last night, and it really rattled him because she lost consciousness briefly. Jenny said the EMTs were great, though. Parents!  It's hard enough to think about people dying eventually, and I really don't want them dying from something stupid like climbing on ladders.

So as soon as I get off here at the tax place, I have to run home, get Chad, go to the hospital, then run him to get a phone card before taking him to work.  Tomorrow I have no work anywhere, but Monday and Tuesday should be....interesting.  I work 9-4 here, then 5-9 there both days, so I need to get groceries tomorrow and be ready to quickly assemble break stuff and dinners.  Then I don't work again at the tax place until Saturday (though I work at the home improvement place both Wed and Fri nights, 5-9).

This week is Thanksgiving, and I think the number one thing I will be thankful for this year is that my mother will be OK, except for that hardheadedness that we can't seem to do anything about.