Don't get me wrong, everything generally is fine. I know that life could be much, much worse. But what's a blog for if you can't use it as your personal venting ground? Huh?
Since I last posted about the drama that is currently my life, there have been a few more rough patches. Some worse than others. What all the little things have in common is to have a cumulative effect of making me exhausted in every possible way - intellectually, emotionally and physically. But, my family is counting on me right now so I just keep keepin on!
Here's the update. Mike is doing pretty well post surgery. He has a little more energy every day and is slowly starting to add things back to his life. Anything that involves his back not being straight is still out of the question. That means little things like emptying the dishwasher, changing laundry loads and picking a baby out of the crib take a creative mind to accomplish. Last week, off narcotics, he was having a really hard time sleeping which resulted in him getting a migraine on Sunday. A bit of a set back but he's through it now.
Dylan's been doing well in daycare. Since Mike's now able to help me get his things packed for the day, it eases my life a little. I am still struggling with the time frame of how long it takes to get him dropped off and settled in the morning and then to get him picked up and home at night. So, I'm still I'm constantly running - literally! This week, he's doing a "core" day (9-3). Mike will take him home in the afternoons and have him for a few hours until I get home. Yesterday, his Nana came over to help with the transition but this will be Mike's first solo time at home with Dylan today. Wish them luck!
A big blow to our family happened last week when the baby my brother and sister in law were promised, saw being born, fell in love with while they took care of him in the hospital then took him home for a few days, was reclaimed by his birth mother. I can only imagine how painful that must be for them. My heart breaks for this tough patch in their lives. They are resilient and strong in each other and will get through it together.
This morning, we took Dylan to the doctor because of a persistent cough. Come to find out the poor little guy has mild infections in both of his ears and a likely sinus infection. My poor baby! You would have no idea he was sick because he has been his usual happy self. In retrospect, perhaps his hours up in the middle of the night over the weekend (sleep deprivation always helps a gal out when she's stressed to the max, ya know?) were due to some uncomfortableness in his ears. We'll start him on his 10 day antibiotic run tonight and I'm sure he'll be right as rain in no time.
As usual, no lack of excitement in our house! Oh! I almost forgot that in the madness that is my life I somehow made time to build a coat rack for the mudroom over the weekend. I've been trying to get that stinkin' room organized since our renovation a year and a half ago and now consider it done! Wahoo!
When my little black cloud decides to leave my sky in the (hopefully) near furture, I have a feeling I might have to crash. How long can a gal be pushed to her limits? I have a feeling I might just find out....
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