Moving Mom – Part Three – or Take A Breath Already

March 6th – I wake up at 4:30 a.m. with thoughts pinging around the inside of my brain.  Too early to take my thyroid pill, I go back to bed and meditate, then read a bit.  I fall into a weird “sleep” I guess because though I’m aware I’m laying in bed I have a dream in which Jennifer Aniston, Jimmy Kimmel and Neil Patrick Harris are putting on some kind of outdoor event, honoring me – in my backyard.  And I’m right there with them as crowds of people arrive but to my horror, I find I’m sans pants.  Then I wake up.  If you analyze dreams, please send me a message privately to explain that dream. It was freaky, but I digress…..

The good news:  Mom is smiling (her natural demeanor) and not squeaking – her voice is back. She’s clearly improving but with so many loose ends to tie up, I need to find every way to keep us on track and not forgetting anything essential.  That brings me to this picture that is reminiscent of me today (and at many times in my past working life):

My brain is too full.  When your brain is too full, you must open the little trap door in the back, off-load the excess thereby avoiding a messy explosion.
My brain is too full.
When your brain is too full, you must open the little trap door in the back, off-load the excess thereby avoiding a messy explosion.

She’s taking her car in for oil change, new wiper blades, battery, front end alignment and anything else that should be evaluated before we start the long drive from Florida to Michigan.  Left alone, I start on cleaning and organizing.  I roll all her tub of coins while simultaneously watching last night’s Grey’s Anatomy and Scandal.  Her car is taking longer than expected and they drop her at home, picking her up when it’s done. We eat lunch, she takes a cat-nap and I blog.  They call to advise us they’re coming to pick her up, I join her.  We run errands that were on our list, forgetting to drop off her tax stuff as planned until we’re back home.  Another day….

Not all day everyday, but breathing is important. Given that we've both been sick, we need to make time for it and no relapses.
Not all day everyday, but breathing is important. Given that we’ve both been sick, we need to make time for breathing, no relapses for us.

En route home, Mom pulled into Bealls (a great Florida based department store).  I’m a huge fan of local artist, Leoma Lovegrove who does a line for them including clothing, bags, beach towels, luggage tags, gift bags, i-phone covers – you name it, they make it in her wildly original, vibrant designs.  I’d seen this purse (see below) a few days ago when we popped in but now had $20 in Bealls cash burning a hole in my wallet and had to use or lose today or tomorrow.  Originally $40, with the daily 30% off and my Bealls cash plus tax, it came to a whopping $8.48.  If you’ve followed me, you know that my passion for Spence is seconded only my love of cats.  Knowing it would be a last reminder of this final trip to move Mom, I couldn’t resist.  What do you think?

Too cute for words.  Some may not agree, cat owners will totally get it.
Too cute for words. Some may not agree, cat owners will totally get it. Cat people are my people.

We stopped and picked up a couple of items at the Publix store (which she’ll miss dearly) including a 1/2 Key Lime Pie eaten while watching the season finale of Downton Abbey.  Mom was fading fast as the show neared it’s end and could hardly muster the energy to get off the couch and into bed.  I fear that my constant barrage of questions and activity, may have been too much for her first day of feeling better.

Tomorrow, we’re (meaning me) are going to calm down, fit in an hour of pool time and just knock out a bit more packing.  To the control freak who lives inside of me and is endlessly asserting itself into thoughts, words and action.  “Just breathe and chillax already.”

If Liz says so, it's good enough for me.
If Liz says so, it’s good enough for me. And if by a drink she means wine, so much the better.  Wise woman that Liz Taylor.

Stay tuned for more on the “Moving Mom” series.  You can sort by categories or use the search box to find all related posts.  And by the way, many thanks for stopping by.

4 thoughts on “Moving Mom – Part Three – or Take A Breath Already

  1. I read all three of your moving mom blog posts and love them all! Makes me feel like I am right here with you with how you describe everything! I also love the Elizabeth Taylor quote you put up and am glad your mom is starting to feel a little better!

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    1. Glad you enjoyed the Moving Mom blogs Elisa! This is such a unique experience that these blog posts will memorialize our journey. All of it is a labor of love. Feel blessed for having such a great Mom who helped me move more than once in years past. 😊

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