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The trip to dutiful
Mar. 13th, 2014 09:08 amToday is the first day in two weeks that I haven't had any meetings at work. I feel like I can finally breathe after jumping from subject to subject. The biggest time obligation was pair programming to learn with how the web development team does test driven design and MVC. I started to pick it up at the end, but for the next few days I'm back to the ugly code base of our inter-company website, so hopefully some of the lessons stick. I have brief flashes of feeling like a Real Programmer sticking out from my baseline Imposter Syndrome. (Self, people have paid you to program for over 20 years now. You're a Real Programmer!)
My husband has also been swamped at work, so for the interim he's working full-time (yay money!). This means both of us get home reeling from the nonstop pace and unwilling to do more than the bare minimum, so the house is even more of a wreck than usual. I was planning on a massive cleaning binge last weekend, then my mom called and asked me to come visit. My dad had surgery scheduled for Friday to remove a cyst on his kidney, and he was working himself up into a nervous wreck. Mom thought it would mean a lot to him for me to be there.
So I ditched the husband and kid, drove up Friday night, and let myself in to their house to be greeted by their anxious dog. My dad's surgery started late (the patient ahead of him had sleep apnea that hadn't been disclosed to the anesthesiologist and couldn't be woken up), so my mom didn't get home until almost midnight.
The visit was odd but good; usually it's my whole family unit together for a holiday or celebration, so being there sans husband and child, with only my mom and not the pair of parents, felt restfully low-key. Saturday we weren't in a rush to get to the hospital, so we lazed around and talked, and miracle of miracles, it was only awkward at a few points.
( 'It's complicated' sums up my relationship with my mom )
I'm grateful that my dad's doing better, and that I had a nice visit with my mom, and that both of them thanked me for coming. I just wish I didn't have to be so surprised at having a good time.
My husband has also been swamped at work, so for the interim he's working full-time (yay money!). This means both of us get home reeling from the nonstop pace and unwilling to do more than the bare minimum, so the house is even more of a wreck than usual. I was planning on a massive cleaning binge last weekend, then my mom called and asked me to come visit. My dad had surgery scheduled for Friday to remove a cyst on his kidney, and he was working himself up into a nervous wreck. Mom thought it would mean a lot to him for me to be there.
So I ditched the husband and kid, drove up Friday night, and let myself in to their house to be greeted by their anxious dog. My dad's surgery started late (the patient ahead of him had sleep apnea that hadn't been disclosed to the anesthesiologist and couldn't be woken up), so my mom didn't get home until almost midnight.
The visit was odd but good; usually it's my whole family unit together for a holiday or celebration, so being there sans husband and child, with only my mom and not the pair of parents, felt restfully low-key. Saturday we weren't in a rush to get to the hospital, so we lazed around and talked, and miracle of miracles, it was only awkward at a few points.
( 'It's complicated' sums up my relationship with my mom )
I'm grateful that my dad's doing better, and that I had a nice visit with my mom, and that both of them thanked me for coming. I just wish I didn't have to be so surprised at having a good time.
