Hours.
Mom was up at 12:30 emptying an entire box of kleenex onto the kitchen table in the dark, while Ratboy was frantically searching for her. The back inside door was open (I’d just let the dog out and went to the benjo myself) he thought she’d escaped and only closed the storm door. She insisted there was someone at the front door I needed to let in.
Mom was up at 3:00 waking everyone up because she couldn’t find the remote and wanted to watch the news.
Mom was up at 5:30 because she saw a bunch of kids playing in the back yard. 17°. No kids.
Needless to say, Tyson-who-is-not-allowed-on-the-furniture stole my bed at every turn.
Mom was up at 6:30 insisting she’d showered despite still being in the pajamas, and what about the kids in the back yard?
Oh, Nully. Shame on me for complaining about such a little thing.
Things are not going to be getting any easier, I fear, but my prayers are still with you all.
Oy.