But really.
My mother woke me up on Valentine's Day by yelling "put some pants on, your father is bleeding!" Uhhh? So I scrambled around, half awake and totally clueless. I wanted to call an ambulance but all my dad wanted was for someone to shut off the snow blower. He cried, repeatedly saying how dumb he was. Yeah, it was a dumb move, but at least he didn't lose any fingers. My grandfather drove over to get my dad because we were all still snowed in. My nephew still had to get to school, my mother needed to get to the doctor and I needed help. Sarah, ever the saving grace, came over and took Tommy to school and my mom to the doctor. My dad was getting stitched up so it seemed like we were all clear. So we ran some errands.
But then my mom called and said she had to go to the hospital for her chest pains.
Sarah and I dropped her off at the hospital and had to come back again because she was a) not at the right part of the hospital and b) could not walk to where she needed to be. We drove around for at least 15 minutes trying to find the "admissions" part of the hospital. Come on people, this is not college! Admissions office? Really?
In the end they couldn't find anything wrong with my mom. This morning she had more tests done and they still can't find anything. She think's it's stress. Well, who wouldn't be stressed at this point? I think we should place bets on who will crack first in my house.
The good news is that everything has settled down a little bit. My dad is back in work, my mom is back on her laptop playing games, and I'm back to grad school work. I have a lot of catching up to do, but I'm happy with it. Life is too short to sweat the small stuff. I'm just grateful to be in school and learning, to have my family (even if we want to kill each other most of the time.) It's just good to be living life.