Take the long way home...
Posted 04-05-2008 at 09:19 PM by Serenity8
I heard that song by Supertramp on my way home from an errand tonight. When I sang it for the school with my 6th grade choir, I am sure I didn't understand what the words meant. But man, can I relate now.
Today was odd; my dad is chronically ill and about to move into an independent senior living facility. He is completely overwhelmed with all he has to do to move, so I went there this morning to help him purge some stuff. He has COPD so he can't lift anything or do anything quickly, even with his oxygen.
I told my husband earlier this week that I would be going there on Sat morning, so he actually came through this morning and took the girls to a park with a little animal feeding area, and then took them to a diner for lunch. He does very well with them when he is out of the house, which is why I'm glad he went out with them. I would have been more worried if he stayed home.
He got home about 15 minutes after I did (at 2:30 PM), and immediately fell asleep on the couch. Just passed out. He claims he doesn't do this a lot, but he does. This is the part of my life that drives me nuts. The kids barely see him during the week and just want to be with him so badly; today they kept trying to wake him up. They needed dinner and a bath, and I was invited to go to my sister's with them just to get me out of the house, but they were so tuckered out I just fed them, bathed them and put them to bed. Big girl went down first and as I was putting little one down, he woke up, and that is when I said I was running out. I needed to just get out by myself, went to our gourmet grocery store and bought a couple of things. I ate a late dinner by myself, and bought a magazine and just read and ate in their cafe. And it was quite fitting to hear "Take the Long Way Home" as I was pulling into my neighborhood. I sat on the driveway until it ended.
Today was odd; my dad is chronically ill and about to move into an independent senior living facility. He is completely overwhelmed with all he has to do to move, so I went there this morning to help him purge some stuff. He has COPD so he can't lift anything or do anything quickly, even with his oxygen.
I told my husband earlier this week that I would be going there on Sat morning, so he actually came through this morning and took the girls to a park with a little animal feeding area, and then took them to a diner for lunch. He does very well with them when he is out of the house, which is why I'm glad he went out with them. I would have been more worried if he stayed home.
He got home about 15 minutes after I did (at 2:30 PM), and immediately fell asleep on the couch. Just passed out. He claims he doesn't do this a lot, but he does. This is the part of my life that drives me nuts. The kids barely see him during the week and just want to be with him so badly; today they kept trying to wake him up. They needed dinner and a bath, and I was invited to go to my sister's with them just to get me out of the house, but they were so tuckered out I just fed them, bathed them and put them to bed. Big girl went down first and as I was putting little one down, he woke up, and that is when I said I was running out. I needed to just get out by myself, went to our gourmet grocery store and bought a couple of things. I ate a late dinner by myself, and bought a magazine and just read and ate in their cafe. And it was quite fitting to hear "Take the Long Way Home" as I was pulling into my neighborhood. I sat on the driveway until it ended.
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