Wanting to leave....wanting to go back....

My father was in the hospital a lot when I was a kid.  I remember my mother talking about it----saying that when you were at the hospital all you wanted to do was go home and when you got home all you wanted to do was be at the hospital.  That's how I've felt this weekend with my mother in the hospital.  Right now I'm home, sitting in the front yard---where is I wanted to be all day----but I wish I were back there.  I hesitate to call as she was sleeping when I left and she needs that terribly.  She seemed really out so I decided to come home and see my guys.

It looks as though she probably has pneumonia at this point.  Today was a hard, hard day for her.

sigh.

Should I try to go see the Band of Heathens this Wednesday?  I'm not all that familiar with them.....any thoughts???  I thought maybe I shouldn't plan anything as I don't know how my mother will be but I can't live that way.....and maybe it would be good for Ernie and me.....

Amazing how tiring it can be to just sit in a hospital room.