I'm Not Bored

Well, I've got my Dad in a nursing home.  In ways it's a lot harder than I thought it would be, but in some ways (and I feel guilty about this) it's a lot easier.  
You'd think we'd have time on our hands now, but no. 
The very day after my Dad went in the nursing home, we were all back there having a birthday party for my niece in the dining room.  My sister wanted to have it where Dad could come easily and she doesn't have a wheelchair ramp at her house.
Then, the next few days David went to paint a house with my son, Jeremy, and we had to get ready for his engagement party.
I actually goofed off for almost a whole day before somebody asked me to do something.
See, this is the thing about living nearby a lot of your family.  You always have somebody needing you for something.  But at least you're not lonely.  Which could or could not be a good thing depending on the day it is and the mood you're in.
We picked my Dad up and brought him to the engagement party and he loved it.  It bothered me a little that my sister gave him champagne and my Dad never drank in his life that I know of.  "But he said he wanted it."  Was her excuse.  He also proposes to women fifty years his junior on a regular basis.  If one accepted him, that wouldn't be right.  I wanted to go and snatch it out of his hand, but I behaved myself properly. 
Today, David is going to finish the house with Jeremy, and tomorrow morning, we are supposed to pick up commodities for my aunt who is in the hospital. 
In the meantime, my mother-in-law has called from Mississippi, my father-in-law has shingles.  My sister-in-law has her husband in the hospital, there in Mississippi, for some kind of heart problem.  Her father-in-law is sick and she's worried about him, too, while she sits at a different hospital with her husband.
Then my stepson, Lane, calls.  He's been in an accident and had to have something like 35 stitches in his head.  He lives in Mississippi, too.  About two-hundred miles north of my in-laws in Natchez.  Thank God I've been praying extra hard for that boy, lately.
He didn't come to his brother's engagement party on the 16th.  I worried about that, but then I wasn't sure whether Jeremy had invited him or not, so I didn't ask.  Jeremy had been angry with Lane at one time for not just loving his fiancee like everybody else in the family does.  But like I explained to Jeremy, Lane had been recently divorced when he first met Casey.  He wasn't at a place where he trusted women very much, right then.
Come to find out, Lane couldn't have come, anyway.  His accident happened on the 14th and he's just now calling us on the 18th?
So, we'll need to be running up that way, I'm sure, as soon as we get a chance and check on our Mississippi folks.
Bottom line? I wondered if I would be bored without having to care for my Dad every single second.  Hah!  I should be so lucky!