Questions of life(?)

My Mom is home and doing very well.  I on the other hand have some questions....

When my Mom was gone, I did all the cooking and still will until she is back to eating solids which could be a few weeks.  So, why is it when people get older that they label and wrapped things in the freezer that it literally take 20 more mins to cook because of the layers of Saran Wrap, ziploc bags, rubber bands, and tape OR it is just throw in the freezer with nothing.  Consequently, Chicken Enchiladas took 1 hour longer just to get the chicken unwrapped and we ate spaghetti with TERIYAKI meatballs.  At least, Mason loved it.

While I was visiting my house, my neighbor was in there and said to me, "This all makes cancer look easy doesn't it?!?!?  At least there are support groups for that."  I nodded in agreement and thought, "Where is the support group for the mom of a relocated family due to remodel with aging parents in and out of doctor appointments who has worn her yoga pants (that have never seen a class) inside out for three days and just realized that she had gummy bears for lunch - her only meal of the day?"

And lastly, why did my Dad call me while he was waiting at home for the washing machine repairman when I am getting Mom discharged from the hospital to say, "Are you going to have enough time to get her, drop her off, and get your kids from school?"  What I wanted to say was, "I think so, but how is you calling me in this moment helping me?"  or "OMG, I have kids!?!?!  Thanks for the reminder!"  I didn't, but I must have said something because a hospital employee immediately asked if I could be helped and she, bless her heart, took me to the pharmacy and to the parking garage.  In hind sight, I understand he was trying to help, but you know.  He did sincerely thank me for all the help today which made we feel good that I didn't go with first response.

WHEW.  But, in the end with all the stress, craziness, and choas, it still beats cancer, but does make real life look pretty challenging!  Happy Wednesday, Ang