To Terms

So, my mom's been out visiting from Georgia for the past week and a half or so.

Unfortunately, the visit has been kind of a bust so far. Not to sound ridiculously self-centered or anything, but my mom's been sick from almost the time she got here, and it's really starting to bum me out.

Not only am I not getting all the babysitting action I'd been hoping for (and really, isn't that like 85% of the reason you have grandparents visit?), but we're actually starting to think it might be something more serious than a cold (apparently someone at the DH's office has bronchitis).

My mom's no spring chicken and she's had some serious health issues in the past few years. This could be a problem if it's more than just a garden-variety bug she's got.

It's weird. Part of me is still a kid with a young mom (just think, when my mom was my age, I was already 16). She's there. She's always been there; she's always going to be there. But she's not. None of us are, of course, but it's easy to lose sight of that fact.

So, this is what I'm trying to say: I'm bummed that my mom is sick; I really want her to get better. I hope it's nothing serious.