I sat in the hospice waiting room while YaYa finished up his homework. I had already cooked and eaten dinner. The dishes were cleared and put in the dishwasher already. It was only 6:30 pm.
The original plan was for me to do the weekly grocery store shopping while BoBo was in his grief support group, but YaYa was operating at the different pace than me. We sat in the waiting room for the entire hour and a half – YaYa doing his homework as I tried to pick up Harry Potter again. And every time I started to really get into the story, YaYa would hit a moment of confusion. So, I put down the book and helped YaYa get back on track.
As I sat there, I thought about my recent evenings. I’m busy, but there isn’t a whole lot happening. One can look at it a couple of ways. Either I am a loser with nothing to do and no where to go, or I am one lucky lady to be able to spend uninterrupted time with my children. Personally, I like the latter.