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I'm almost 40. I am also the youngest child. Which means my parents are not exactly youngster beyond their spirit, anymore. They are very knowledgeable, kind, good people. Last week, my Mom was in the hospital. I had to rush take her to the ER on Wednesday night. I sat in the ER with her and my Dad, only to have leave her to return home at 3 AM. It was a long stressful night. I was bouncing back and forth between the hospital and home for about 36 hours, because they kept her for observations, then tests, prior to releasing her Friday morning. Then it was the mater of keeping things going at home. Keeping an eye on my Dad. Snuggling with Jim, and keeping calm and carrying on. I fell behind in my personal class work. So then I was trying to get that completed. My laundry to do pile is nearly as tall as me. The house needs to be dusted and vacuumed. Not to mention that their is one problem from my classwork that I am unable to solve. I stare at it and it makes