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Keeping with Tradition

Today was one of those stay in your stretchy pants and catch up around the house sort of day. I was able to finish up some Christmas gifts I was putting together. Whew! That is a weight off my mind. The Dudes were mildly cranky. They would play a while and cry a while. I'm sure it had nothing to do with me completely putting them on the back burner today so I could get my projects done. They don't really like it when Mommy ignores them. The Diva had another fantastic day at school. Woot Woot!! Mr. Mayer went out with a friend tonight so it's just been the kids and I. I decided I wanted to go to another spin class (I went yesterday). I loaded everyone up and off we went. Spin was great. We came home and I got everyone in bed in 45 minutes. I was feeling pretty proud of myself. I had just sat down when I saw I had a voicemail from my sister/aunt. 
Now...I'm going to preface this next part by saying 1.) I'm adopted. I was adopted by my paternal grandparents. I call them Mom and Dad. It's complicated. Growing up was complicated. 2.) They are elderly and not in fantastic health. They live 3 hours away from me.  3.) My mom will kill me for blogging this but I find blogging a little cathartic and I'm wound up right now. 
So, she called and asked me to call her back. I debated about calling her back tonight or doing it tomorrow. I decided to go ahead and call. She starts by telling me that "My mother"~ we go back and forth on whose mother, hahaha...Anyway. I digress. My mother did what she does every holiday season. My immediate response "Shut your face. She did not." I almost immediately knew what she was talking about. My mother falls. Back to the poor health thing. She falls. Every year for the last several many years she has a really bad (I mean really bad) fall on Thanksgiving or shortly there after. Luckily to this point no broken bones. Just lots of head injuries. Today she fell on their front porch. The paramedics couldn't get the bleeding to stop so they took her to the closest big(ger) town about 30 minutes away. They did the appropriate tests and no internal injuries. My sister/aunt said she stopped counting stitches on her head at 20. Yuck. She's at home resting tonight. I'm sure she is going to be sore tomorrow. 
Notice, my parents didn't call to tell me. They never do. I had just thought yesterday that she hadn't fallen and maybe we were going to scrape by this year. 

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  1. Okay, that is NOT a great tradition. Tell her she needs to be more creative. Hell, I'll help her think of something if that's the best she can do. Glad she sounds like she'll be okay though.

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