Nightmare Whirlwind

Geez where do I start?  I guess last Monday is likely the best starting point.

Monday, Hubby  had surgery on his nose to correct his deviated septum.  The surgery went fine with no problems.  The doctor did hold him for what seemed a LONG time after the surgery, but from what I gathered that was simply his normal procedure.  The evening was a little crazy as both the boys had activities at the same time, and of  course the need to run to the pharmacy and Hubby's request to have some movies on hand for his enforced bed sitting the next day.

Tuesday, Hubby was on ultra light duty so I brought him a stack of receipts, the computer and told him his job was to balance our check book.  I normally handle the bills and the mess of that but had somehow managed to get it all fouled up and frankly I stink at that kind of stuff.  It was good  project for him as the mess took him several hours and kept him still.  While Hubby was searching for lost dollars and cents I did laundry and generally kept busy cleaning up the disaster that passes for the house.  That evening Hubby got a phone call from his uncle.  Evidently another uncle had spent the day with FIL and was convinced that FIL would only live another couple of days.  We made the decision to send the kids to school in the morning and then leave for up north after running a couple of errands and getting packed.

Wednesday, we hauled the kids to school, ran a couple of errands, packed and hit the road.  We arrived in the "Northland" in the late evening with FIL requesting that Hubby come see him.  I unloaded the luggage - Hubby is not supposed to bend over or lift more than 10 lbs - and stayed at the house with the kids while Hubby went across town to see his father.  He came in a couple hours and was shaken by the condition of FIL as he had really declined since we saw him last just a couple of weeks ago.

Thursday and Friday was spent visiting family, sorting through pictures to make a slide show for the funeral, making decisions for the funeral and the like.  In the meantime FIL seemed to rally a little, certainly not up doing a dance but seemed somewhat better.

Saturday we decided to leave as a snowstorm was racing for the area  on Sunday and Hubby had to be back home for a post-surgical visit with his doctor on Monday.  In the normal ways of things like that we didn't leave town until near 2:00 for the nine hour drive home.  We dragged in our door near midnight and the kids took themselves to bed without even being told.

Sunday, I spent the day digging out of the laundry nightmare, working on a "to do" list that seemed to grow faster than I could mark things off of it.  We had planned on turning around again on Tuesday to go back north but with more discussion decided it would be best to fly Hubby there and the kids, Mom, and I follow behind when he thinks it prudent for us to come up.  Of course we don't know if that will be as soon as Wednesday or even into next week. 

Needless to say we've hit a new stress level.  Hubby, Sonny Boy and I rarely far from tears.  Igor is in toot mode, and Mom is in la la land asking the same questions repeatedly.

Calgon take me away....