Upon further discovery the doctor discovered that one of his arteries was completely blocked and had he not come in that day, his future surely would not have been much more than a few days/weeks at best. They inserted two stents into his heart and he bought a lottery ticket with the numbers 11.17.10.
Needless to say my mind went from focusing on moving to focusing on my dad who lives 3,000 miles across the country. I was a mess to say the least. Thankfully, I got quick updates from my step-mom who knew I would be worried and waiting. I talked to him briefly on Thursday and again on Friday when he was driving home from the hospital. At the time I was juggling my phone while at the same time pointing to the movers where to place certain pieces of furniture. Multi-tasking at its finest.
Jersey Dad is home and recovering and taking it very easy just like the doctor, his wife and his daughter have ordered. Happy healthy recovery thoughts/prayers/vibes (whatever is your thang) is appreciated.
As for the us and the move? Well . . . we're in the home and 75% unpacked but there is still quite a lot of work to do and with the holidays coming up . . . things are getting tight. The Peanut slept well the first two nights in her new room but unfortunately last night was up at all hours of the night and therefore less than thrilled for our commute back down the hill for work/daycare this morning.
One box at a time is my motto which wouldn't be such a bad thing if we weren't finding constant little "issues" with the new house that require attention like a busted tub stopper, non-working phone line . . . the list goes on and on.
However the Peanut was quite happy with her new room color.