My little moment of happiness is actually a big moment.
Hubby went to the States on the 9th July to look after his mother who was having a hip operation (only child - you know how it goes). His return was booked for the 12th August. No, there weren't any complications. Yes, she was recovering perfectly. But they wouldn't release her. Hubby asked, more than once, why they were keeping her in and the only reply he got was "she had good insurance."
To add to it all, his mother lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. The op was being done in California. So add the drive and hotel accommodation to it all just to make it even more difficult and expensive.
The house is all prepped and ready for her. Back up is sorted - all this has been done for weeks waiting for her release. And last Sunday hubby was able to drive to California and bring her home. Apparently she is walking virtually as good as she was five years ago.
And last night he told me his flight is booked home to the UK for Friday evening. He will land in Manchester after 7.00pm from Heathrow, and so he will be walking through the front door about 9pm or after.
That gives me a couple of days to clean up the house! So excited to see him again and we can get back to normal.
