I was disappointed to hear Punxutawney Phil predicted 6 more weeks of winter. Then again, if the next six weeks are like the past 2 months, I shouldn't really complain. I'm just ready for the weather to be nice enough to spend more time outside. And I'd like to open my windows and air the house out!
My mom has two tears in shoulder muscles I can't pronounce. She has an appointment with the ortho-surgeon this week. I worry about her having surgery, and am hopeful maybe the ortho-surgeon will recommend physical therapy instead. It's just really bad timing for her to need surgery. Not that any time is a good time!
Son and daughter seem to be improving a little each week. Hubby and I continue to work on daily crossword puzzles and the kids jump in from time to time. I'm thankful things are improving between them.
This week they kind of ganged up on me, although I don't think they intended it that way. I often hear "Mom, I need your help." It's nice to be needed, or so I thought.
The other night, Son asked me to help him think of a sentence using a specific word for his Spanish class. The extent of my Spanish is "Si Senor"! But I did the best I could and tried to think of a sentence he could translate. What did I get for my efforts? "No, mom. That's stupid." Gee thanks, kid. You asked for my help and I didn't think there was anything wrong with my sentence!
Then Daughter did something similar, but I've slept since then so I don't remember what it was exactly. I just know I was left feeling kind of ... not needed after all.
Maybe I should take after Punxutawney Phil and sleep for 6 more weeks...
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