I'm sorry, ChiKat. That just sucks.
And bt, really, eight years, wow. I'm so happy for your life now.
This. As in wow, 8 years, time flies. And also gratitude for the joy we get to share with you.
Happy to report we have my mom at home now. Discharged today with all kinds of meds and equipment. I hope we are able to get her active at home. There will be visiting physical therapists and nurses. No doubt she will get better sleep.
I made a quick run to my house last night and slept in my bed for the first time in a week. DH has been taking the opportunity to bond with the boys in a different way. Instead of the usual competitive relationship they have he has put on the nurturing hat in my absence. That and they have enjoyed watching March Madness at a much louder volume than is allowed when mom is at home.
We'll see how the first day home goes with mom then I may head back since there are more helper options here than there are in the hospital.
Speaking of child rearing and relationships, a friend posted this this morning. [link] I feel like Jon and I have gotten to a point where we can argue empatheticly, but I fear what would happen to that if we had a kid.
Tonight's dinner ended with mug cakes. HKF thanks you all. We also had hoisin glazed scallops over spaghetti squash and sauteed garlic and spinach (plus TJs gyoza for HKF). I'm calling it a win.
Where was that Nutella mug-cake recipe again?
Oh, Raising Happiness! I heard an interview with the author on...some podcast. (Things babies ruin besides marriages: memory.) This bit?
Children do what we do, not what we tell them to do.
SO FUCKING TRUE. Half the shit I find myself yelling at Dylan about is shit I know he learned from watching me. (Personally, I blame my father, with whom I share many charming personality traits, and most of the not-so-charming ones as well.)
Speaking of Nutella, this recipe claims to be a homemade version thereof: [link]