It's a Done Deal

Just charged $515 to the credit card

After tons and tons of stress the past few days, lots of waiting to receive emails or phone calls, and searching Travelocity for WAY TOO LONG (seriously, they need to revamp the searching process), I basically told my mom that I am coming to be the rescuer/ slave/ whatever you want me to be for the next two weeks. She, nor my sister, did not really want to accept the offer as we all suffer from the same syndrome. Even if your husband has just had 2 brain surgeries in one week's time, seizures, arm surgery to repair a fistula from having too many rounds of dialysis, no money to pay for parking the car in the hospital lot or for more than one meal a day. That doesn't even qualify you to ask for help.

So I told them I was coming. And that's that. Now.....we need to give a few premature pats on the back to Ron for offering to take over our household. The kids will get a good lecture tomorrow about not giving Dad any problems and they WILL be helping out (not that they don't already but they'll be stepping it up a notch).

I will be leaving this Saturday and returning late on the night of Christmas Eve. Can you imagine a present any better than that? And for some strange reason this year, not only did I get all the Christmas shopping done early but, BUT, I have everything wrapped and ready to go. My subconscious must have known that that would be necessary.