An afternoon of sleeping on his face seemed to be just what GH needed yesterday. Although he's certainly still tired and sore, he's also well-and-truly back to being himself. We laughed about dumb stuff, ate dinner together, took a romantic walk to Walgreens to buy Bacitracin, and he got to feel a big, bad baby kick, one of the hardest ones so far. It was a good evening, and I fell into bed at 9:30 exhausted by the emotions of it all. GH stayed up until all hours working Sudoku puzzles . . . I never should have told my mom to send him a book of those! He's home one more day then back to work tomorrow. He thought about going back today, but who wants to explain why you have a cotton ball shoved up your nose to special needs teens? Especially when their social group topic right now is puberty and the giggle factor is already at a peak.
Speaking of work, time for me to focus on that story rewrite. I'm researching fun facts about the US flag. What I have determined so far is that the flag is really not all that fun. Huh.
Moi
- Snickollet
- I'm a mother and a widow, and a whole lot of other things. Here, though, I tend to write about parenting, grief, and their intersection.
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4 comments:
Oh, I'm so glad he's on the mend. And what a wonderful experience-to feel the movement! Nothing like a romantic walk to Walgreens, either.
Glad he's better and that you had such a good day.
I'm delighting with you both...
Good for you, Snick! Sounds like he's strong, but even the energy of the mighty flags sometimes. The good news? It comes back. I know from experience.
Have a wonderful weekend!
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