I know I've been scarce around here. I know you are painfully unaware of the goings on in my life since I haven't posted in so long. I understand your disappointment each time you come here to see if I've awakened from my bloogging slumber to grace your screen with new (albeit mundane) material. I get it mom...and I'm sorry.,
Don't go having a heart attack or anything.
Wait, really, mom, surely there's a better way to coax me into posting.
But if you insist on using a heart attack to get me to surface out here, so be it.
And the post I write will seem like it's all about me, but trust me: it's not.
It's all about you...and you getting better so you can ask me when I'm going to post my nothingness again.
And it's about you getting better so you can boss your kids around during the Christmas festivities. We are ready to be bossed, believe me.
And it's about your health, and your well-being, and your determination to get out of the hospital so you can get back to the business of mothering, and grandmothering, and mother-in-lawing, etc. And doing all that in a way that causes your heart ZERO stress.
Yep, this post is all about you.
So get better, know that in the last 24 hours your family has been through shock, and fear, and anxiousness, and hope, and now relief. And we'd like to stay here please.
And I'd like to know that for a long, long time, you're going to look forward to my posts of nothingness...which are always something to you.
Love you mom...
(For those of you who didn't know, my mom had a heart attack yesterday morning, actually during the night. Her prognosis is good: no surgery but lots of rest and monitoring. She'll probably endure another three or so days in the hospital. After that she'll just have to deal with her family getting all in her stuff so she doesn't have to exert herself for a long time.)