Four children under 7 would definitely have me longing for my peace and quiet!!

I made it home in one battered-feeling piece! I feel a bit bad because I’d told my housesitter I’d be home late tonight, and got back around 7, and she was still packing up and making dinner. But she and her gf finished packing up and took off and now Rory and I are on the couch.

Apparently my brother bought a last minute flight to Connecticut and is going to try to convince my dad to go to the hospital, but it’s looking like this may be it. I am a bad daughter but I really don’t want to fly out there to see him (especially if he’s not very with it). I did it for my mom, and was very glad I got to say goodbye. But not sure I need that with dad. But then I feel guilty.