It's a little tricky, figuring this out -- how this situation fits into the family rhythm, as Brendan can't transition or move to any spot in the house without assistance. He can't prepare his snacks, go watch tv, join us outside, or do anything that requires walking to that activity without help. And I am now realizing just how much I depended on his help around the house every day!
For now, Brendan is spending his time resting, letting the CPM machine do its thing. His pain is still well-managed, and he's in good spirits. He'll be starting some light-duty school tomorrow. . . some math, light reading, maybe some history.
And we made it home just in time. . .
Going away. . .
Last night, we had a going-away bonfire, complete with sticky, messy s'mores, for my lovely sister, who took such great care of my Monkeys while we were away.
I cried a little today (OK... a lot) when she and my beautiful nephew left. I miss them already.
So tomorrow, reality hits. Back to jobs. Back to (home)school. Back to chores. Back to normal, once we figure out how that works.
Talk to you soon.