We survived. That in itself is a feat.
The kids were both battling a cold while we were there, but as a whole, they did great. Bossy tended to melt down at bedtime, but I think he was so off of routine that he needed to blow off steam. Sassy kept herself busy with brain puzzles and drawing.
My mom.....my mom literally only came out of her room to have dinner. Otherwise, she was in bed. She showered once in the FOUR days we were there (and that was because I made her). Apparently she just stays in bed. Dad made excuses for her. By Saturday afternoon I was ticked off that we came there, and she barely could acknowledge us. Dad made excuses....he didn't want to hear what I had to say on that subject. And before someone says depression....I have already gone there. I am positive that is a piece that they refuse to see.
I fell into old patterns (man, it is easy to do....). Waiting on Mom, doing laundry. Cooking. I had to conscientiously stop myself.
Dad and I had a blow out Saturday. He pulled his typical "I am right, you are wrong" stance. This also includes the ever popular "I am the parent, and you are the child" stance. I told him I am done with all of this. I have hit my threshold and I need a break. He (very childishly) responded that they hit their threshold with me too. I really don't think they get it.
They didn't give the kids their birthday presents....the ones they never sent in August but promised they would get in the mail "next week." At dinner one night, I mentioned G-man's birthday (which was last week), and not one person at the table said Happy Birthday to him.
As a whole, it was just sad. My mom will do nothing to help herself and my dad allows it. My dad was much more lucid than in the past, but has such tunnel vision he is unable to to see beyond what he wants to. They expect me to fall in line and just accept everything they have to say as fact. They don't want to be questioned on anything.
I did get a feeble attempt at a hug before we left...."thanks for everything." Neither told me they love me. I got on the plane knowing there is a very strong chance that will be the last time I will see them. And it was sad.
I am emotionally exhausted, and today I need to de-tripify (like that word???), and get ready for the rest of the week.
Purely by the numbers....we spent about $1500 on this trip.....money we didn't have, and now will spend months paying off. It is done. They didn't offer to help us, and I didn't ask. Asking would mean there were strings, and I was cutting all of those.
There ya go....the recap.