Right?

I'm posting, but because I'm so far behind in reading blogs, it doesn't seem right to write. I'm super stressed. I brought my father home today. It was a day fraught with bureaucratic BS, again. It took hours to get him out, with no part of it working as it should have. It was a 13 hour day, including spending time with my mom in her rehab. My dad is so happy to be in his own house again. I met my parent's new aide. She's as sweet as they come. I'm stressed because of the lack of 24 hour coverage. It will all work out, I know it will. My father is walking fine, with and without a walker. He doesn't need oxygen. I'm just worried. He should have someone there all the time, for now. We have things in the works, but that's like saying we have good intentions. If only his discharge happened when it was scheduled, last week. When my GA sister was here. Lisa and I are doing our best. Whew. This too shall pass, I know it. I talked to a good friend today on the phone. Her family situation is so, so much worse than mine. Here's where I say something positive. It will all work out. I just have to put some perspective in this and relax a little. That or drink a lot of wine.