Watson and I enjoyed the sun today, while it lasted. He is growing up and you can really see it in these photos.
While spending the past six weeks basically just healing and being as lazy as I can be, I have been spending an inordinate amount of time watching my plants grow. This is a sempervivum bloom, from the green planter in my windowsill. The flowers are small and lovely, and a nice little welcome to spring. I have a few that are starting to grow their long stalks, beginning the first steps of the end. Death is rarely so beautiful as with the monocarpic sempervivum plant. It is a shame people don’t die that way- one last beautiful hurrah celebrating everything lovely they’ve been holding inside.
My doctor appointment went well. I am on track. I get my life back in approximately two weeks. I just wonder if I will have any energy in two weeks. I’m not optimistic. I’m wiped out on the best days.
I have given up on attending church this weekend. It is Stake Conference, but between Chris working all weekend, trouble finding a sitter and the unpredictability of Chris’ schedule I think I will miss both sessions, which just stinks. I love the adult session- it is the only sermon I actually hear! For the family session, you have to mix the fact that I have a hearing loss, which means I always arrive about two hours early to get a seat near the front so I can hear and read lips, with three antsy kids who don’t really want to sit for two hours of grown ups talking and the fact that lifting and chasing are still verboten. . .and I think I’ll be home, missing church yet again. I just can’t make that work on my own. I wish I could at least get to the adult session, but oh well.
Gabe is in a very foul mood today, which I think has a lot to do with being shuffled to so many different houses over the past few weeks. He has had a really fun time- so many new friends and toys to explore, and his behavior has been stellar for all of my friends. I think he is home and basically letting all of his frustrations out to me, his supposed freak-out safety net. I’m glad he feels he can scream and tantrum for three hours and I will still adore him, but seriously, he’s pushing his luck today. Mommy is too tired for major freak outs.
Ah, there’s my good boy again.
The kids just arrived home from school. Hopefully they will go easy on their mama this weekend. I’m pooped! I have a few fun (but low key) things planned, so I think we will make it! And it is only a two day weekend, not the five day marathon from the last go round.