Break

Getting things ready this week, for my brother PJ to come and stay with my parents for the weekend. It will be the first time, since the stroke that I will be going away. I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of looking forward to the break. As much as we all are creatures of habit, it's going to be nice to stray from the established routine we have. Even Mom and Dad will get a break with PJ helping them out versus me. PJ even lucked out because there are no Friday appointments for him to take either of them to!
Of course, the flip side to an established routine is it's established, well thought out, rarely deviated from, something everyone is used to. This is when I strangely begin worrying (about what I couldn't tell you). It's then a million scenarios pop into my head, what if this or that happens, etc. All natural reactions I'm sure everyone has when they leave their loved ones in someone else's care. I know it's just me overreacting. It happens.
Either way it's going to be a good weekend for everyone involved. The three of us get a break from one another and get to spend quality time with PJ. I cannot wait to hear how it went when I come back.
I hope you all out there have the best week ever!