Saturday, April 18, 2009

Ready to go back Home

My mom is back home from the hospital. Hopefully to stay for a while. She's going to have to wait a month for her body to heal before the doctors can fix the tube that's been broken insider her (it's the one leading from the kidney, I forget what it's called/how to spell it). Anyway, I've been taking Lindsey to all her weekend stuff.

I got us momentarily lost in Kansas (where he participates in the KC Youth Jazz-thingy). In a few hours I have to take her to a volleyball game. The KC Star published my Great-Uncle's obituary today. Which was nice.

I'm staring down the barrel of one-and-a-half days left out here in KC, and I'm ready to go home. This house is not my home. I miss my wife. I need to get back to work. My family is driving me crazy (and I'm sure I'm making them nuts).

I don't feel like I did much good here. I feel like I should have done more. I'm also sad because I know that after this week, the drama continues. This thing is going to last a lot longer than the week I have to spend out here. Whatever.

Ya do what you can do.


Jimu said...

Ya do what you can, and you make your peace with it. Otherwise you set yourself up for a life time of beating yourself up. trust me.

Jason said...

Yer right.

Terri said...

Look at it this way--you helped keep Lindsay calmed. She needs that even if she doesn't say so.

Jason said...

Yeah, you're right. Plus I was able to keep her life as normal as possible (taking her to band practice, her volleyball game, and jazz picnic).

I just wish I could have done more.