A Long Week

I haven't fallen off the edge of the earth...at least not physically. This week has been about physical and emotional endurance. With my dad out of the country for the first time since the accident I've been heading to the hospital every day. With three small children it's nearly impossible without the help of friends. I've had help, but I'm still so tired I can barely type. The physical wear and tear of going to and from the hospital as well as falling behind on regular duties is tough. I feel torn between my mom and my kids. Today was the worst...needing to get back to the girls, Mom coughing and grimacing in pain, Luke fussing and needing me to walk him, but I don't want to leave Mom...it's brutal. Then there was the frustration and anger. Why didn't more people visit my mom the past few days when I thought I'd made it clear to quite a few that Mom needed visitors this week?! I shouldn't be mad at others, should I? I feel like it's my own guilt at not being able to spend more time at the hospital looking for a vent. No more tonight, it's been too long a week. I need some rest.