This Last Day of 2011

It's been alright and it's going to be alright. 
Mom has been in a pretty bad mood.  She woke yesterday after shutting herself in her room for about 14 hrs and ask me to take her home.  When I said I could not, she fabricated a story.  After thinking about it I'm pretty sure it was fabricated, but I could not take her home, regardless.  I'm sorry, but I will take her home on Monday morning.  I wish I had considered it better before I spent the money trying to 'help' her with something she didn't need or want help with.  
She didn't like the kids, she didn't really like the adults, she didn't like our movies and she didn't really like me.  Oh well.  What I get is all I get and I will enjoy as much as possible.  I do understand her issues and I am sympathetic but I'm not God and I'm not changing the whole holiday for her anger issues. 
My family left this morning for a jog to the north before they head back to North Carolina.  It was so good to play peek-a boo with Emma and watch her live in my world for a couple of days.  It was good to see the grown up Megan and Taylor and the expanding Caleb and to laugh and hug and talk and listen.  It was good to have Jonea and Jeff and Amanda in my home and life for the short short time.  It is what it was.  It is now a sweet part of my memory.
So today is a new day.  Maybe it will be more 'adult' in character.  Maybe my mom can show Olivia how to crochet without interruption of her thought process.  Maybe Olivia will be sweet and thankful and attentive to her every word.  Noone will make noise during Jeopardy -well, Jeopardy isn't on on Saturday anyway.  Maybe she'll forget to tell the stories that make me want to scream and barf, but probably not.  I've come to the conclusion that I only have this time and if it is wasted in tention and disappointment, it is still all I am given.  So I will smile as much as my face and heart can stand, monopolize the conversation when one of those 'stories' come up, and encourage my g-girl to sit still as long as she can and then excuse herself politely for a bit.
For my mom, the room is darkening, the music is muffled, and the heart is in introspect.  The days are short, confused, and filled with little purpose and long naps.
For you, I hope this New Years Eve is a wonderful time of recollection and projection.  I hope every string is tied and trimmed in your life so that the New Year has every possible blessing during it's days.