I have to apologize.
An update: I think that my sister is doing better. She's *almost* able to drive herself a few blocks, especially since she bought another car. I'm still taking care of her every day, though, because there are some things she simply can't do and she still gets tired and starts hurting after a little time out. She'll survive, and both of us are starting to get past the shock of her accident and everything surrounding it.
She's still with a complete loser of a boyfriend and I've not been able to talk to her about it because we're always on the go and in public (NOT the place you want to start a conversation like that).
DH still works with the loser and my BP has gone up, thanks to wondering if he'll make it back down that stupid mountain and canyon road alive. I'd prefer that he work for minimum wage and that we live out of our car. Yes, I'm serious.
I'm looking for apartments still and packing all by myself. Since I'm with my sister most of the day, I have so little time to do this. DH gets up at 450 and I've already been working on things for a couple of hours by that time. When he leaves at 545, I get to work cooking and cleaning and such, looking for apartments to look at that day, calling about jobs for him, etc. At 830, I get my sister and spend until 630 with her. I come home, cook, clean, and try to squeeze in good quality time with DH. He goes to bed at 1015 and I get back to packing, cooking, etc. (All of this cooking is also to freeze things so that we don't have to cook so much in the middle of moving.)
My MIL just got back from having major, major back surgery and I'm about to start taking care of her. I went today, will go tomorrow, and will stay for several days at a time off and on. (And, yes, I'm still helping my sister, packing, moving, looking for places, etc. in the middle of this.) I'll be cooking meals for her and my FIL, shopping for them, etc. We live about 45 minutes away, but I'll be going over at least 3 times per week, too. I happen to LOVE them, though, so I'm looking forward to the time spent with them.
Still, I'm figuring out a way to get 15 minutes to myself every day, to put my feet up and eat something. I'm going to start posting and catching up on emails in this time.
So, sorry again...just thought I'd let you know what's going on. Really, this time, though, I think that I can start getting on here. DH has all but demanded it because I NEED to sit down. Woohoo!
And don't for a second think that DH isn't doing as much as he possibly can. He's gone for 13 hours per day, working hard, and when he gets home, he does his laundry, helps with dinner, and tries as hard as he can to get me to sit down for a while. He's wonderful, really...I'm just stubborn in this area.