Same old stuff, just a different year

It may be a new year, but the days still aren't going as planned. Honey, that ain't new.

Days not going as planned isn't necessarily a bad thing, just not what I expected in retirement. No more alarm clocks (except when Bill has a golf date or the grandson is coming early); meals would be carefully planned, shopped for without stress and lovingly prepared; and a time warp would exist every morning while I sat here for 3 hours catching up on the world through the internet and doing puzzles but miraculously, when I was done, only 15 minutes would have passed. Maybe 20 if the Sudoku puzzle had a 5 star rating.

Yesterday got away from both of us. We were busy, busy, busy. Some of Monday's to-do list moved to today. The alarm went off at 6:00, we left for breakfast at 7:00 and were at our oldest son's at 8:00. Hubby was building a wall in the basement while I watched our grandson. Our son works nights so his part of this project didn't kick in until around noon, but that was fine.

Skipping over afternoon details that wouldn't be interesting to read about, Bill offered to take me to dinner tonight but I had to say no. You can't imagine how that hurt! I had meat that had to be cooked tonight as Sunday's plans and yesterday's also were waylaid. The carry over to-do list from yesterday included a trip to Penney's and to Sears to return some items. Since I wasn't going to make it this afternoon, I had hoped Bill could take me tonight.

Are you guessing what happened? We didn't go, but Bill is out of the house. He is at the hospital with our son who has a dislocated shoulder! It has been bothering him but he didn't expect it to be dislocated! The clinic told him to get someone to drive him to the hospital so that it can put back into place.

I know this isn't the worst thing that could happen but I am his mom. I am stressed. I have eaten more M&Ms than I care to admit. Do you think any of those M&Ms helped him any? I sure hope so.

I don't think I'll plan anything for tomorrow. Maybe the day will go swimmingly that way.

**Update 4 hours later**

The hospital said it is NOT a dislocated shoulder, probably a muscle strain and they recommend he see an orthopedist. The doctor that saw my son is someone who played high school basketball with him, 3 years his senior.

This is really offensive. I can overlook my sons' ages because I still see the little boy in each of them. They simply can't have peers old enough to be doctors!  Boy, I need that time warp more than ever now!!!