Coming Home

Well, Mom is coming home today. We still haven’t gotten a recliner, but hopefully we will soon.

I just got back from helping Sam and Myrtle move their furniture into their new apartment. The apartment is quite nice: it is large, is cheaper than most married housing, has good windows, has a fresh coat of paint, and is super close to campus (like two blocks away).

I still can’t believe they are going to get married in May. It’s such a crazy thought: my little Sambo getting himself married and moved out (let alone, this being his first ever relationship). However, as I have mentioned before, I am so ready to have his bike out of the kitchen! Mainly because it takes up a lot of room, but also because he get tire skid marks everywhere. And since Mom is coming home today, Chris and I need to make sure that all of the floors in the house are especially clean. We can’t afford for any infection to get into Mom’s healing foot. That would be a nightmare. (Side note: the infection that got into Mom’s toe wasn’t anything unusual. The doctor said that it was just the bacteria that is usually on your skin, so Mom could have gotten the infection in the tub, walking around on the floors, etc.)

Well, I need to go finish revising my Op-Ed and email it before 1:40. And I need to finish mopping, cleaning the bathroom, and tidying up the house. (If the house isn’t clean enough when the nurse comes with Mom, then Mom will have to stay in a different facility for six weeks. Mom doesn’t want to do that so the pressure is on the clean up the house.)