Mom in the hospital

Just as I am trying to get my family to prepare itself in case I am to hop on a plane in case something happens to my dad, I get a call from my sister.
Mom is in the hospital.
She has had a congenital heart valve problem for a while now. She has been feeling unwell for the past few days and yesterday she was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with fluid behind the lungs. Caused by the heart valve which doesn't function properly anymore.
For now they are treating her with diuretics (or so I understand) and they're keeping her for a few more days.

No panic. But still....

It's strange that the topic of discussion here at home has been just about this very issue.
Of course we never think about my mother getting sick, as my father's arteries are so clogged up, we're surprised he's still walking around. I've been telling Wheelie and Bugs to get prepared when the call comes. We need a plan.

So we'll wait and see.

I am still coping with the perpetual "day care head cold"
Boo-boo has her ups and downs. My urging Bugs to take her to the doctor fell on deaf ears until Wheelie set her down the other night and told her she was being a bad mom for not taking her child to the doctor.
Which created a bit of an awkward night, after she yelled back at him, stomped out with the baby.

Yesterday I decided to calm the waters and went to talk with her. As I suspected, she has had to let Boo's health insurance lapse, she simply cannot afford it on top of the day care costs. It didn't surprise me, but I was disappointed that she didn't ask for help.

We had an enlightening little talk, and I took the girls grocery shopping (arghhh)

I once again told her to get rid of her little group of dark clouds (problems she won't or can't solve), get off her ass and bite through the sour apple, and get on with her life.

Not going to get into the specifics, just too complicated.

Needless to say....deja vu all over again...

Speaking of deja vu....

The neighborhood is having a yard sale next Saturday. So I've been going through stuff. Found a shoebox with a bunch of cassette tapes. Some of my "walking tapes" (when I walked 5 miles every morning, Ha!) Some tapes friends made for me. And a special tape I have been saving.
I put it in the stereo and there it was....my little 2 year old son in the bath tub singing and splashing.
If you didn't know better, you'd think I taped it the other day. My voice is the same, the baby's voice just like Boo-boo's, singing the same songs...A B C.....Klap 'ns in je handjes (Dutch song)...
Amazing!!!!
To think I made this tape 35 years ago.....
One endearing thing on this tape: "Momma, am I driving you nuts???"
My son at this age (2+) was a little more articulate than Boo is now, but the voice is so similar.

Boo is fine, by the way. She loves Day care, knows the names of her friends and teachers, and proudly shows me what she's 'made'.

She helped me plant some flowers in my garden, pulled some weeds for me, and loves my big teacup planter. The other night she was sitting by it, talking to herself, just picking at the creeping Jenny under her feet. Like Alice in Wonderland...so sweet...

It's gonna be another hot one here today, so I am staying inside, getting some rest, trying to get over this damn cold.

SGMKJ!