I came home and ate a bowl of bran as my second dinner course, two lollipops for a third course and a big bunch of romaine lettuce for dessert. It was good.
Mom went back to work this week. She hasn't said too much about it, because she doesn't want anyone close to her to make a big deal. Mom seems tired. I hope she OK. Throughout her recovery, I hope she learned that she needs to say when things aren't alright. Admitting things need adjusting or something is wrong sounds easier than it is. We get embarrassed or feel as though we are making a big deal. In reality, we owe it to the people we care about to speak up. Mom likes to make everyone happy, which is impossible. One day, maybe Mom will realize that she doesn't have to do anything for my family to be happy. We are happy because she is here.