Last night I spent the night at my parents' house so that I could pick my mom up from her surgery this morning. Everything is fine; she just had a nasal operation to help her breathe better, but she's been groggy and out of it all morning. I tucked her into bed, gave her some water with a straw, and helped her change her gauze.
I've been sitting in the kitchen working on editing a video so I am near enough to hear if she calls me. I just went in there a few minutes ago to check on her, and she took my hands and thanked me and told me she loved me, said it was easier going through this with someone to care about her.
It was really sweet. :)
My brother is currently back in my old bedroom painting the ceiling. My mom is turning my room into a guestroom, which I am okay with because I don't really plan on ever moving back home. She said it will still be MY room, which is good. It just wont look the same.
The point is that I have lived in that room since I was about 8 or so, and my brother not only had to paint the ceiling, he had to remove the insane amount of glow in the dark stars that dotted the ceiling. And let me tell you, when living in a room that long, at that age, you accumulate a LOT of glow in the dark stars. My room was like the night sky when I turned the lights off. It was great. xD
Not so great, it turns out, to remodel. It took him 2 hours to get all the stickers off.
Now I am off to Gasworks Park to meet Tom Milsom, and I am probably going to be late because they closed the I-90 bridge going West and it's been driving me crazy all week.
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