So, as I was, ever shall I be.
The next couple of weeks are going to be crazy. Dad has his surgery tomorrow, 5-10 days in the hospital, depending on how he does, I am staying at Mom and Dad's house 2 minutes from the hospital during the week to spot my Mom at the hospital so she doesn't get exhausted, because she WILL, and then to help her at home with his aftercare, cause at 74, she just can't help him physically like she used to. My brother and sister work, my brother lives in the same city, my sister further away, so hopefully my brother can take over after work, and my sister can do weekends. Bridget is home for a while to help me out with this, and for that I am thankful..I would have been stuck otherwise. SO, hence this being the day to cleanoutthefridgewashallthebeddinggroceryshopforeasymealssoallthelaundryfolditandputitawaypreparesom
emealstobefrozenbakebreadfortheweekshowerbothkidssweepandmopallthefloorsscrubtheshowerandbath
roommakesurebagispackedandchargersarepacked.
Oh, and dye my hair.
This is if everything goes well, and according to plan. If everything goes for the shitter, then that's a whole new game pan. One I do NOT want to think about today.
So, if you could spare my Dad, Tom Kelly, of Kitchener, Ontario, a moments thought tomorrow, around 830am, please, just wish him the best, whatever happens, Oh, and maybe wishing the surgeon get laid the night before probably wouldn't hurt either.
I gotta go, stuff ain't gonna get done with mr just typing here!
Thanks.