We've settled into a routine here, and I can't help but notice the similarities between taking care of Alex while he's in a cast and when he was an infant. I suppose the only upshot is he can tell me what he wants instead of crying and I have to guess what's the matter.
I'm going back into therapy, my first appointment is tonight, after ending my sessions for being "cured" or at least having my OCD under control. I can't believe how soon after everything seemed to be going well it all got turned upside down again. I'm not nearly as bad as I was when I entered therapy, but I'm thinking this may be a good outlet for me while Alex is recuperating.
My husband and I seem to be having some issues lately, but I guess that's to be expected when we're both on edge. Unfortunately, our issues never seem to be the kind we air to one another. He's got a forum he goes to unwind and I have this space. I honestly wish I knew how to open up the lines of communication between us. But I'm sure we'll work it out.
I'm supposed to be "working" from home. I can get exactly squat done during the day when Alex gets into his "Mom-AH! Mom-AH! I want you!" mode. He's sleeping right now, and honestly, working is the furthest thing on my mind. I don't know what I want to do first, knit, read or take a nap. But I won't. There are phone calls to be made and emails to be sent.
I'll be a good little worker bee.