Mom slept last night at the new assisted living/memory care facility and I called the nurse this morning to ask how she had done. When I called, she was talking and laughing with a group of women over breakfast, so good news. The night shift also reported that she had slept reasonably well. It's a small victory, and I expect that when I go visit, she will tell me to take her home, but for today, just today, I am going to take this small victory and treasure it.
At one point yesterday, I was able to appreciate the fun-ness of my kids and my husband. We were talking about my excessive art journaling which is therapeutic to me. The worse everything gets, the more I need a sketchbook and markers in my hands. We were talking about this and my family took a moment to be thankful, that I didn't take up drinking or drugs or playing the drums or bagpipes. :-)
Yes, I have been art journaling this awful week, whenever I get a minute. It helps.