Rollercoaster

Today was a fairly long day. It was supposed to be longer in some ways, and in others, it was not supposed to be as long.

I was supposed to take my mom to her meeting this morning.
I was up and dressed before seven. Bailey was running around, playing with Pacer, and my parents heard me moving about.
...then I hear her leave, without saying anything. I question dad about it, then find out that mom was just taking herself instead. I was a little confused and mad that she didn't say anything. My light -- which is visible from the kitchen and the living room -- was on; it was quite obvious that I was up and about.

Oh well. I went back to bed.

Then I drag myself out of bed when my third alarm goes off. I couldn't deny any longer that I had things to do.

As I'm reading the recipe off my laptop for the slow cooker meal I was to leave steeping all day while I was at work, my cousin calls me: grandma was having trouble breathing. And it had been going on for like 30 minutes to an hour.
In lieu of my mother --who is my grandma's POA-- I go over and evaluate the situation. Grandma was kind of out of it. She was wheezing. Her eyes were only half open. She could barely talk. I gave her two choices: she was either willingly going in to get medical attention or I was bringing medical attention to her. It was decided that she'd go in. (At this point, I have 90 minutes before I have to be to work, and I still haven't gotten my slow cooker going.)

I didn't go to the hospital. It was my two cousins and my one cousin's girlfriend -- I figured they could handle it. I mean, if the situation would have downgraded quickly and it was apparent that my grandmother was on her way out of this earthly sphere, I would have been notified and I would have left work. But it all turned out to be nothing too serious, so thank God for that!

Work was a long shift, since I hadn't worked in a week. (Literally: last Friday was my last scheduled day before today.) Plus, it was a Friday, so it was busy in spurts. Just when I'd have no line and log off to go recruit customers to my register, I'd look up to see a cart heading down the alley toward me. But, of course, when I'd expect that to happen and I'd stay signed on and not get ready to go stand in the aisle and recruit, I'd be there for a while. That "SIGN OFF" button is truly a magical thing, I tell you. It draws shoppers in like a homing beacon.

As of today, I am as old as my mother was when she got married. (Technically, at this moment, because it is after midnight, I am older than my mother was when she got married.) So, in her eyes, I'm probably an old maid and am going to be the crazy cat lady who has a boyfriend who comes to visit every once in a while.

I also had a random thought today, that I hope to blog about at a later time, when I can get more in-depth about it.
My father tried. He tried in the wrong ways and didn't listen to the right ways, but he has tried. The realization of this almost made me start crying.

Also, I have had some other realizations come to me, too, about rocks. But I'll get into that later, too. =)

It's late.

I have accomplished nothing of what I set out to do tonight, aside from blogging this random blog post. No menus for next week have been planned. I guess we'll just starve next week! Hahaha.

Until tomorrow,
Your Old Maid