My life was alot simpler a year ago.
I was planning the summer of fun with the boys. A chance to reconnect with them, and spend time with them. Try to be the kewl mom again, show how fun I can be. I dyed my hair pink. Took them to the pool every week, let them be a wizard with Harry Potter.
This year, I have a dad with terminal cancer, who has spent the last 2 months in hospitals and rehab. Who was released last Tuesday, to be admitted back to the hospital with kidney failure less than 48 hours later. He got out of the hospital Sunday evening, and again barely less than 48 hours later, he's being admitted for renal failure again.
We had to finally break the news to the boys tonight that he has cancer. That's why he's been in the hospital so much, and why we'll likely have him in and out of the hospital all summer long. Maybe it will make them more patient with our having to run around doing errands for my dad and step-mother.
But we can't hide it any longer. They need to know. We need to start preparing Iain for the loss of his Pop. Pop had lunch with him every day for the first 4 years of his life. And most of the first 3, he spent curled up in Pop's lap.
And now I'm trying to run a business at the same time. Trying to make money for my family. Trying to find something to keep me sane in the midst of all this calamity.
