My mom came home on Saturday morning.
It was kind of a rough re-entry; we had an event at Tori’s school, and after we got her settled we were gone for a couple of hours – only to come home with an extra kid for a long-planned sleepover. Luckily Tori’s friend E is just the most kind, well behaved, and adorable kid and we all love having her here. Plus the kids were in bed by 8:30 (and actually asleep, OMG).
But there is no doubt that this home-coming is somewhat different. First of all, my mother is completely clear. Completely. Sunday morning she got up before we did and actually hung out with the kids, even making them bagels, while letting me and Charlie sleep in a bit. That might not seem monumental, but trust me – it is. She’s also done her own laundry, done the dishes, and kept up on doing the exercises that the physical therapist gave her. AND she went to church.
She hasn’t has this much energy in a long, long time. I don’t want her to push herself, obviously, but she seems okay.
It looks like there might be light at the end of the tunnel.
Last night Tori fell asleep while watching a video in her room. Charlie and I had played with her all day after E went home, and we’d asked her give us a break for a bit. I went to get her for dinner and she was completely out, video still playing. I turned out the lights and tucked her in, knowing she’d likely wake up in a little bit for dinner.
It was late, after 10pm, when I heard her calling me. She was confused but delightful. I brought her down for some dinner, let her watch a 20 minute show, and then took her back up as we decided to all go to bed. She was so silly as I put her to bed; we ended up cracking each other up to the point of laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe.
There’s a huge mess of other shit happening in our lives; I’m now working with two new clients (well, started with one after a conference call last night; yep, freelance work doesn’t take Sundays off), and that learning curve is always a fun rush. I love that.
I no longer have that “waiting for the other shoe to drop” feeling; it feels like it DID, actually, drop and now we’re all holding our breath to see how bad it’s gonna be. The thing is, though, that I don’t think it IS going to be all that bad. In fact, I’m letting myself think it might actually be getting better.
Let’s hope I’m right, okay? :)