Ryan is sleeping now. He's been recovering well, though he's pretty listless and he doesn't have much appetite. Meanwhile, I've been introduced to a ridiculous quantity of children's daytime television. There was some show about a shrinking grandpa (at which point he started haring about the place on an apparent sugar high, to the mortification of his grandson), and an Icelandic production by a champion gymnast called Lazy Town, where said gymnast plays a character called Sportacus who calls vegetables "sports candy".
I'm assuming Ryan's loss of appetite is just about the tonsillectomy, but I can't completely rule out the goggle box.
Poor Ryan. Quick recovery~ma to him.
I hope Ryan is feeling better soon.
I think that is why they promise kids unlimited ice cream after the tonsillectomy. They know they are not going to want to eat.
ltc is exhausted today. I finally woke her up at 9 because I started to panic, and she was just beside herself exhausted by noon. She's napping now. I have my second therapy appointment with the new therapist at 3, and Mom is here. We're cleaning all the things. TCG does the lion's share of the housework, and I'm grateful for that, but I swear he just doesn't see what needs to be done half the time.
My kids would go through cycles of sleeping more or eating more often timed with growth spurts.
I understand on the cleaning dilemma. Every time I see that one of the other people in the house have done the dishes I cringe. Can't tell you how many times I have asked that they just rinse stuff off and put it in the dishwasher. Their hand washed dishes just don't pass my inspection. See also the ability to walk by something on the floor or wall or whatever that really needs to be dealt with but isn't unless I ask or do it myself.
In regard to cleaning, I remember my father thought things were clean if they were neat - as in, having the magazines neatly stacked was good, nevermind that there was dust on them.
In other commentary, I found this interesting - The Politics of Pockets.
I finally made it to therapy. This was more of a checking in/status update than anything else. I didn't sleep well again last night and Mom is coming home tonight so I really wasn't up for anything else.
There is a groundhog living in the back area of the office and under the shed of the house/daycare next door. I hope that the people next door to my therapist's don't do anything to get rid of it. My therapist said they considered it the practice's mascot now.
There was something else but I forgot. which is how my week has been.
