I Just Texted, To Saaaaaaaaay, I Looooooooove You! I Just Texted, To Remiiiiiiiiind You, Take Your Meds, DUMBASS!
I've always been a big fan of Fridays. In fact, my first published article (outside of this blog) from October 16, 2003 (forever ago, in Internet years) is entitled, "TGIF" and dedicated to all my fellow full-time stay-at-home Moms, who also looked forward to Fridays, as I did, at the time.
Eleventy-three years later, I'm now a full-time working-outside-the-home-type Mom, while my husband plays the role of the stay-at-home parent (way better than I ever did, btw!) who's grown to truly appreciate the magic of three-day weekends, too!
Last week, I was able to take off the Thursday AND Friday before President's Day (our office was closed, yesterday) and, well, I was looking forward to spending my mini-vacation of doing absolutely nothing of real importance, with my clan.
Until, my being admitted into the hospital at midnight, this past Friday and, well, there's a reason why my husband and I don't really exert very much effort into scheduling to do stuff -- for us, life almost always has other plans -- although, when it comes to resting up, some people would argue that my being in the hospital sort of forces one's hand, and to those people I would say...NAAAAAAAH, BRUH!!!...and I would also feel it safe to say...one does not simply rest or relax...in a hospital.
Especially, now that my kids are old enough to recognize when their mother or father (but, mostly their mother) is being a total dumbass, especially about not taking better care of her/himself (again, mostly me) and my BIGGEST takeaway from this latest episode of...DON'T BE LIKE ME, KIDS...is that my kids will call me out, for being a dumbass, in a heartbeat.
Me: So, they're not letting me go home for another 24 hours.
Middle Girl: Aaaaaand, whose fault is that?
Here's the thing, the thing is -- I haven't been taking very good care of myself and, although I did have my blood pressure medication refilled AND re-scheduled a follow-up with my cardiologist regarding the same exact issues that caused this latest hospital stay, I realized it a little too late.
Instinct tells me to insert something really ironically funny about my spending Valentine's Day in the hospital, but heart disease is no joke -- my Dad is fighting for his life, as we speak! It did, however, give me an opportunity to think about the last few months...A LOT...and played a HUGE part in holding myself accountable for being THAT dumbass, because I do NOT want to cause my kids any additional heartache, when taking care of a sick parent...not if I can help it...I mean.
And, honestly, I can't think of a better way to spend a Valentine's Day, can you?
[the sound of crickets, chirping]
Fiiiiiiiiine, dinner and a movie would have been pretty awesome.
Getting texted by my 14yo, reminding me to NOT be a dumbass, isn't too bad, either.