Mom is home today, still on oxygen, but I can breathe (no pun intended) a little better for her. Dad absolutely wore me out yesterday. It’s like chasing after a toddler with all the messes, ‘we need to go to ____, I can’t find this, can you help me with this and the ‘please take your morning or nighttime meds’ routine and let’s not forget (cover your eyes Exie), stay up until 1:30 a.m. to make sure a cat was in so dad doesn’t get upset and cry. No, none of this upsets me, I’m just a frigging out of shape person. I was glad to go back to work to get some rest (his caregiver was there today).