Well, I'm sick. Again. Everyone at work is sick, I'm on prednisone which wipes out your immune system so -- here we are again. After the entire month of August and pneumonia, I'm praying I'm not going backwards. I stayed home today, slept from 10am - 2:30pm and am feeling better. So, let's hope!
For the last 10-15 minutes, I've heard Calli meowing. Couldn't find her. Her brother finally came looking for her, which is when I knew something is up -- with Yogi downstairs, he doesn't usually venture downstairs. Found her in the DRYER! Bear went looking for pajama bottoms after his bath, pulled some clothes out and I came behind him, shoved them back in and shut the door. Oops.
Bear had a bloody nose tonight too -- he's had a few through the years but this one went for about 30 minutes. Put him in the tub and he seems to be better now.
He got a special write-up from music class today for being extra good - yeah!!! He's been such a PILL this week, it was nice to get a good note. He's been fine at school, but with me -- he's pushing the limits big-time. So, I took him to McDonalds to play, we had dinner there and he got a sundae to bring home. He's one happy kid tonight -- doesn't get McD's very often anymore (although right after Steve died, I probably knew everyone there on a first-name basis).
We have a play date tomorrow with his friend Ethan -- they went to preschool together and were the best of buddies. His friend Thomas is probably coming too so it'll be fun. The moms, Julia and Kathy, are also very nice so it'll be a nice break.
I really miss Steve tonight... Weekends are tough - that was our family time. I was in the middle of cleaning up Bear's bloody nose mess, putting him in the tub, throwing in some laundry - when I walked by the hall and our family photo from 2004. It just made me stop. And think. And remember. And miss. I think the first year is the hardest because of all of the first's. But the second year is hard because that's when reality hits. He's never coming back. And that's really hard to deal with. I'm nowhere near ready to date but I do hope that I can meet someone, some day. But meeting someone as wonderful as Steve is going to be tough. He was one of a kind.
No comments:
Post a Comment