We've been on baby duty since about noon, but it's okay -- I walked 2 miles, pushing dgs in stroller, and then he played in the floor in our bedroom for an hour or so. Awfully messy in there but it is the most "baby-proof" room in the house. I just fed him and I wish he would take a nap, b/c I can tell he is sleepy, but ds & ddil will probably be back before I even finish posting this.
Also spent some time chatting online via phone w/dcousin while watching dgs play.
This is not the dcousin who has cancer; this is a different cousin on the other side of the family. She's going through a lot of stuff too, though, and I hope I was encouraging a little bit at least to her.
Washed a load of clothes, hung to dry.
So... maybe that's a little success for the day, so far?
I'm going to wash another load as soon as I s2s -- after ds/ddil pick up dgs and I can put my walking clothes in the washer, too.
Oh -- and (((BIG HUGS))) for
OKay AND your dmom... but don't tell your dmom I sent her a (((HUG)))!

I think Kathryn is exactly right -- well-intentioned praise just isn't what your dmom wants to hear right now. I think she wants everyone to act like things are perfectly normal... so that's all you can do... just hang in there and be there when she needs you.
Same sorta story here, I guess. Tomorrow dmom needs me to take her back to bunion doctor. Oh my goodness I dread all this... 3 weeks she'll be in a cast after next week, and then oh. my. goodness. When she decides to do the other foot, she won't even be able to DRIVE for three weeks. Good grief. But I'm getting ahead of myself; we'll make it okay, I'm sure... whew. Three weeks passes pretty fast.