Historical event. Miracles do happen.
Today was the last day to take my Mom out of her environment. I took my parents out to eat but it was way too much for her and it went all downhill from there. She was confused, agitated, and it was not good. It took an hour and medication to get her to stop crying when we got back. My dad and I had a long conversation about letting her be. It's better for her to stay behind and for me to just get him out for awhile. He agreed. We will see if he can do it. He has a tendency to look to me to solve everything. I don't have the heart to tell him I barely can solve my own problems.
Here's the miracle. I have no desire to run and hide in a bottle. I don't even feel the need to hide.
One day a hole in my socks can throw me for a loop and the next day all hell can break loose with my Mom and I'm ok. Go figure that one out.