Good Day, Bad Day

Today has had its ups and downs. It started out down with me having a really bad headache. I came downstairs to take some Motrin and my son left out our little floor vacuum, and I slipped and flopped on the floor, straining my right arm. I finally get done having a tiny meltdown, get the kids on the bus, take the Motrin because now I REALLY need it, and sit down with a cup of coffee.

A couple of hours later after answering some emails and taking care of some bills, I go into town to finish getting the stuff I need to finish the kids' bathroom. Finally figured out why the drawer pulls that I bought a couple days before were not working. So I got what I needed, headed back home, fixed what needed to be fixed, started to decorate on the walls. I so love how I free styled it. That's what I love about that shower curtain. It's not perfect. So as I am decorating, its also not perfect, so it matches. YEAH! I think I am so a rock star!

Then we had dinner, was starting to settle down for the day when my Step-mom called and said that my Dad was not doing well. He had been taken to the hospital by Ambulance that morning. The Dr.'s just diagnosed him with End Stage Lung Cancer. That they were hoping to go home tomorrow with Hospice. There is the kicker. Your dad is dying. Anyone who knows me knows that my dad and I didn't have a relationship, my Step-mom and I did. Any cards or presents I got, had her writing. Any calls, her. The child support checks, her. But for the last year and a half my dad has been the one trying to make that effort. We finally got things out in the open and cleared the air and we are just starting to get in a good place and I feel like there is more I want to say and do. I don't know if I will. What do I do? When I lost my Grandma, I was there religiously for two weeks before she died and I still feel like I didn't have enough time.