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.

4 comments:

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.