Back to almost normal

Well, Bill came home last Friday, and so far, he's slowly but steadily recovering after spending 7 weeks in the hospital. I'm also slowly but steadily recovering after spending 7 weeks on the freeway. Annie's slowly recovering after spending 7 weeks of not being the center of every medical conversation.

My sister, Rebecca, was with us for the last three weeks of our medical marathon, helping cook, clean, do laundry--you know, basically get our life de-messified. Her spiritual gift is organization, although some might mistake it for moderate OCD. My gifts include creating piles of things that need to be organized, which is one of the reasons we get along so well, because I don't mind her digging through my piles to make some semblance of order out of them. One of my kids, however, who has latent control issues took awhile to warm up to his/her aunt's methods. But after Rebecca alphabetized my pantry, categorized the medical supply warehouse in Annie's closet, and sanitized the haz waste site in the laundry room, they were bowing to her skills. But now she's back home in Oklahoma because she missed the ice storms, and I'm back to doing dishes, laundry, and making my own coffee in the morning. I don't think I can cope. Waaah.

Jean