What a day.
Hubby, who has been extremely ill, is finally showing improvement. His recovery is far, far from over, but thankfully a new medication prescribed by his doctor (and, might I add, suggested by ME!) yesterday appears to have helped him enormously. I quite despise these unpleasant little reminders of mortality, and I am thrilled to know our regular routines and my standard pettiness, sarcasm, and generally dry wit will be able to resume in the next week or so.
I was supposed to be heading back to my hometown this weekend, with my three girls, to enjoy the town’s summer celebration. I haven’t done this since moving to southeastern Wisconsin nearly two decades ago, so I was looking forward to seeing old friends and re-living an event that I remember so fondly. However, given the seriousness of hubby’s health, I honestly wouldn’t even consider leaving him for four days. Nothing like an imminent hospitalization of your spouse to jolt me out of my long-standing self-centeredness.
So instead, I met my mom halfway between our homes and handed over Claire and Kate for a couple of days. After dealing with the freaking weather radio alarm all night last night – one big long, raucous party of tornado and thunderstorm watches and warnings that ran well into the wee hours – clearly my sleep-deprived state factored in to this crazy decision. I mean, SERIOUSLY: getting two of my children out of the house for a few days is terribly dangerous. What if I really, really LIKE it?? What on earth am I going to do when it’s time to re-integrate them into our newly simplified lives???
In all seriousness, this is the first time either Claire or Kate has been away from home for this long, not to mention being this far away. After talking to each of them tonight on the phone, clearly they are handling the separation far better than I am. All this after I’ve successfully avoided humbling experiences for the better part of a couple of months.
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