Sunday Bloody Sunday

Well, my prediction for a frenzied Sunday came true. Sunday morning around here generally is not pretty. She is up by 7:30 or so, full of energy and ready to do all the jobs around the house that we both know will never get done during the work week. It's typical household maintenance stuff, trips to various stores to buy presents, returning things, etc, etc. Oh, and also the obligatory trip to Her mother's house to do dishes, clean up and make sure no problems are brewing. Things generally quiet down by the afternoon, but not today. The heat in Her mother's house had gone out, and being 83, stubborn and perhaps mildly demented she failed to mention it to us for a week. After arranging for the plumber to come Monday we spent the rest of the afternoon trying to convince her that it's not good to be in a house without heat in the winter. She wouldn't budge. This caused great consternation to us but we weren't going to wrestle with her or call the police to remove her (yet). We thought perhaps (since she wouldn't come to our house) that she would go to her brother's place, but no. She ended staying home all night under the electric blanket. We hope she lets the plumber in. Her excuse for not calling anyone to fix things was that she didn't want anyone to see how messy her basement was. Oh well.
At 4:00 AM we got a call that our daughter's "water" had broken so off we went to the hospital.
We're now waiting for her to get to the "pushing" time. Because it was so close to morning, I couldn't get anyone to cover the rehab facility for me so I'm sitting here, watching everyone exercise and waiting for news.

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