Wednesday, August 17, 2016

She is getting sooooo communicative. While in the car, she tells me to put my seatbelt on, to go to Grandpa’s house, to get her French fries, to look at the motorcycle, to take her to play with Satie, and so on and so on. She kicks my seat with her “stinky feet.” She tells me about her boogers and says they’re “yummy” to gross me out.

And we talk about our day.  I ask if she’s ready to go see the kids, and she talks about the park. We cover what was packed for lunch and whether she ate all of it.  And she thinks through what we’re going to do after we wake up from nap time.

It’s really hard to be content with the short mornings preparing for our day and the afternoon naps that bleed into moody evenings.  I know that some of her best hours are being spent at St. Luke’s, and it makes me sad.  It’s a blessing that she really enjoys it.  And the schedule has been much more manageable.  But the guilt is still there.  Jeremy’s feeling a bit of the work/life balance crunch this week because Lowe’s has been coming to the house for days running to install appliances. It’s hard to claim a full day’s work when you’re only on site for 5 hours of the day.

Grammy’s doing okay.  The recovery is taking a long time.  She is tired of doing the same thing every single day. And Dad is wearing out.  She was able to get to 90 degrees at physical therapy, but it wasn’t pretty.

One day at a time…