I just looked at my last blog and it was more a moan than anything else.  A lot has happened since then, and tonight I'm moaning again.

My Mom ended up back in the hospital, and this time she was admitted.  But no beds available on the floor, so she spent two nights in a cubicle in Emerg, and the third in a very nice private room on a unit.  Fortunately, we have come home with a diagnosis that isn't too scary, and she is doing better on medication.  But during all that, they needed me, so I went down on Friday and spent the weekend with them.

Somewhere along the way, I picked up a sore throat.  I woke up with it Monday morning--the day my family was coming down for a visit to Grandma's and to take me home.  The throat is still sore, but I haven't developed too many other symptoms, (unless you can count extreme fatigue), so I continue with the vitamin C and lozenges.

We drove home yesterday--I drove most of the way because I felt like it when we left, but about 30 minutes from home I knew I was too tired to drive the rest of the way.  So I handed the wheel over to DH.  We got home and unloaded, and then I checked email and fell into bed.

Today we did a bit of schoolwork, I put away stuff, got a start on the laundry, and worked on cleaning up the house--not deep cleaning, just tidying.  While I was gone, my new desk came (guess I forgot to write about that), so I am enjoying it when I can.  I also worked on budget stuff, and a menu for next week.

Then late this afternoon I went down to rotate the laundry and found water leaking into the basement from the area under the kitchen sink and the dishwasher.  Water always leaks into our basement, but this was an unusual spot.  AAAAGH, it is leaking from the dishwasher somewhere (discovered that when I started it up tonight)!  Not onto the floor, but under it who knows where...from there it finds its way into my basement.  And I was planning to do school tomorrow....all day.  Now it looks like I will be doing dishes at least part of the day--and probably cleaning up the kitchen the rest of the day.

I guess I shouldn't fret.  It takes a while to get back into routine after being away.  Throw in a cold/sore throat, and decompressing from the strain of last week, and maybe I just need a bit more time.  DH thinks I should go to bed--I think that is a good idea.