Brr. I've just had to put socks on. I wasn't expecting to do that until late September.

Oh poor Grace, what a scare for everyone! I hope the panic is gone.

When I think about it, I would say the majority of the people I interact with don't do the complain about their mates thing. Oh sure a bit of frustration comes out now and then, but not most of the time.

Yeowch, -t. That's not a good idea.

I know people who do the complain-about-the-spouse thing, and I've never really understood it, not on a daily, "could be talking about the weather" level. I bitch about S. sometimes -- and he certainly does about me -- but that's with close friends , not the general public. I can't imagine doing that.

Aw, poor Grace! Kat, does this mean you at least get to go home?

Jenny, my yoga teacher, said something to me about relationships that made me laugh. She basically said that you don't get a dog and then complain it's not a cat. I think of that whenever I want to complain.

Jesse, basically yes. In the PICU, Grace likes for us to stay until she falls asleep and then we can leave and come back the next day.

They also talked about how when things hurt she has to say it hurts as opposed to panicking. I don't know whether or not she heard it and believed it, but we'll see.

She's having to learn whole new ways of interacting with the world. How overwhelming.

I need less pinterest. I made cleaner with dish detergent and vinegar and baking salt. It works okay, but damn. It smells.

I mistakenly cleaned the bathtub after my shower and before Noah and now I need to coax him to go in and shower because it smells!

They also talked about how when things hurt she has to say it hurts as opposed to panicking.

That's hard. I mean, I have trouble with that. I hope that having it explicitly talked about makes it easier for her to make the change.

No real damage done, btw. Probably should have led with that, but I was overwhelmed with the stupid. Posting it publicly mostly in hope that that will help me learn the goddamn lesson. I have a long history of forgetting that things that just came out of the oven are hot.

More than once, I have left a metal spoon in a pan and then tasted whatever it was with that spoon. Good times.

It's not even that she hears them, it's that when it hurts to breathe, that's a lizard-brain panic. It's HARD to not panic when breathing is impeded, even IF you know all the rational stuff.

I'm a strong swimmer, I can hold my breath for a looooong time, I can control my breathing to keep swimming even when water goes down the wrong tube swimming in the pool ....and snorkels and masks and huge deep ocean totally ruin all of that. It took a LOT the times the snorkel fed me a mouthful to just relax and flip to my back (or spit it out and do a few normal strokes with face in the water. ) Reset is not easy, even when you know what is going on.