Then Mom decided she needed a family meeting. So Pat and I went and had dinner with her. She has decided it is time to move to an assisted living apartment. Ok. That is just too easy. I expected a big struggle when the day came when she didn't have a choice. She decided to make the choice while she still could.
That means that the littles and I are moving. We will be moving into her house once she has moved. That will be a change. And it will be nice to not be in the middle of apartment complex drama. We will be keeping Phoebe with us and I'm sure the littles will do much better with her when they are around her all the time.
Dave told me he has a dr. appt. tomorrow. Seems he has a growth in his throat. Yup. Probably not good. I gave him a hug. It will be what it will be. Now we will see who steps up. Besides me. We had already had this conversation about his expecting that I would help take care of him if he became sick.
And then finally the littles had a bath so I have sweet smelling children. Makes everything just a little bit better.
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