This morning, it's not going badly at all, actually. It helps that they are each glued to his or her own screen, as am I. The way I try to assuage my guilt is by remembering that riding a bus = eventual boredom (eventual as in within the first five minutes), and boredom = behavior that embarrasses me in public, and embarrassed Mama = frustration and a general bad time for all. So, DS and V.Reader it is. Thank you, technology.
This week brings other big things on the horizon. Hubby starts his long road of physical therapy this week, and I'm praying that it won't be too much for his already beaten-down spirit. It's been so tough to see him stuck on the couch, but I know how taxing it has been for him to get up and even just sit in the kitchen. His world has shrunk to the size of the living room for the last couple of weeks, and that is equal to torture to him.
And finally, perhaps this is an example of why hubby's doctor told him not to make any major decisions while on the pain meds, but he did indeed make a big one last night. The meds have been irritating his skin, especially on his face, so for the first time in at least 15 years, he touched razor to chin. I stood there watching (and spotting, just in case he lost his one-footed balance), in amazement at seeing this part of him that has been covered for most of his life.
Those first few kisses were different, I'll tell you that!
Ready for a non-adventurous month sometime soon,
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