Wasted Days

I have heard on a soap opera this week, that every day is precious.

So why do we seem to insist on wasting days? I have seen mum today, I took her some flowers that my church gave to her. Then this afternoon I have had a nap.
Funny when I woke up, I felt guilty for wasting the day.

I did originally intend on doing something memorable this weekend. Maybe a day out, but instead, chores seem to have taken over. We have still spent a lot of time together, just not in the way that I would have liked.

Mums next cycle of chemo begins on Wednesday, and she seems to be full of energy this weekend. She has wanted to paint the bathroom. So she cancelled our breakfast plans and painted instead.

I think there must be a sense of urgency of getting chores done in case the chemo wipes her out again.

I'm waiting for tea time a the minute so she can join us. At 5pm is it too late to try and reclaim the day? Maybe, but now I'm thinking, If mum has done something she wanted to then surely the day hasnt been wasted.