Sometimes life feels like a comedy of errors.
My mom moved in with me to help me out with the new baby. Then she got shingles. Then she fell and broke her knee cap.
Her brother came to help both of us. Then he fell and broke his shoulder.
My cousin offered to come. At this point there’s no more room in my house for another person. It almost seems inevitable that she’d get sick, too!
I told her the best favor she could do for me is to take my mom and her dad to stay with her while they recover.
Even when people are willing to help, somehow it doesn’t turn out that way!