After dropping off the kids, I’m at the doctor’s office
again – this time for a new note which isn’t open-ended. This was understood, because I have to go back to work (I was going to
go today) Monday, but she also told me to restrict myself and take a break when I needed it. We’ll see how that goes.
That being said, I am out of sick hours and may not go to
Hipnic. I’m not sure yet. I’ll have to see which way the wind is
blowing. I will still buy my tickets,
and I do have a Thursday night spot reserved, but I’ll have to determine if it’s in the cards
or not.
I headed to The Place to go pick up medication I didn’t get
yesterday, and while I was here, I picked up a “Happy Marriage!” card with a
tinny Taylor Swift voice serenading from inside a sardine can when the card was
opened, because really? How else can one celebrate love? I also grabbed a box of sparkly fake white
rose petals so they can shower themselves with rose petals. It seemed a very apropos gift. Add in a Lionel Ritchie poster and it would
have been perfect, but one can dream. I
headed home and gratefully got into bed.
In reflecting(since I was awake), I looked at the changes in
the last few weeks. Ethan learned a
great deal from his internship – he really seems to have a new outlook on
life. Maggie has started shaving the pits. Ethan announced yesterday morning that he
truly enjoys getting up on his own : he
feels he has a lot more time to do the things he needs to do for himself, which
is an important skill to learn. I think
both of my kids have turned an invisible corner emotionally – they seem to take
a different perspective on life. Maggie is starting to become much more private, needing time alone, Ethan is exploring possibilities and reaching out. Phases...beautiful phases.
At the appropriate time, I headed to school to pick them up;
Ethan finally logged in his volunteer
hours. Once at home, I made the
fantastic discovery that we have another visitor…it’s the damn dog food. So I cleared every out and set some
traps. Here we go again. This is the reason I’ve subconsciously been
buying more peanut butter. I wish all my
parts communicate with each other better.
Pictures: My sweet bed being touched by the sun; Branches reaching towards the sky
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