So I just got a phone call from my sister asking what time my mom will fly into Long Beach. I, very nonchalantly NONCHALANTLY, say "Oh, it's about noonish- let me look it up. blah, blah, blah" I knew, knew, KNEW she flew out on Thursday around noon. Ummmmm, no, let me look at the itinerary again-
"she'll fly out at 6:10 pm.........
oh my heck.
Talk about PANIC!!
We are not even close to being ready for her to leave. Things take time, time when dealing with her.
My stomach hurts. I would have received a phone call tomorrow evening from my sister, "did everything go okay getting mom on her flight?" And I would have been sitting at home thinking, huh?
Thank goodness my sister called. Thank goodness mom got to hang out with her siblings tonight, that their get-together wasn't planned for tomorrow night. Thank goodness mom was WITH her sibs when I gave her the news, or I might be typing this with only one arm or without my teeth :) She took it like a man with her sibs there :)
I really think I am losing my marbles. I am just so grateful that someone is watching out for me. I really need a break.