Well....
After spending the past two weeks splitting my time up between work, Ellie and the hospital- I feel dead. You'd have a hard time convincing me otherwise right now. David had to swap shifts all over the place, just so that Ellie didn't find herself with too many different babysitters.
I'm just going to go crawl into a hole and sleep. Don't bother coming to find me. Unless it's to drag me to a bar to get a drink. Otherwise, no.
[Private Thoughts]
Now that we have found out she gets to go home tomorrow, I feel a little less stressed about it. A little. My Dad has barely said boo to anyone, which makes it worse. My Mom can barely speak at all, and he doesn't want to. Joking about how we finally get some peace worked for all of two seconds. I've tried to tell him it'll be okay, but I'm not really qualified to say that so even I don't really believe it.
And, of course, no one is looking forward to telling the kids how much their Nana has changed. Obviously, Ellie gets to avoid that little treat altogether but that isn't really a blessing. She'll never know her.
Connie's advice about going to a shooting range is looking more and more tempting by the minute. And I'm grateful for the way David has remained his usual ass charming self. It's been easier with him being normal (...well, as normal as he can be) instead of doing that ridiculous egg-shell walk around me that would've just grated on my last nerve. He's been helping to take my mind off it, and I love him for that.
I'm just going to go crawl into a hole and sleep. Don't bother coming to find me. Unless it's to drag me to a bar to get a drink. Otherwise, no.
[Private Thoughts]
Now that we have found out she gets to go home tomorrow, I feel a little less stressed about it. A little. My Dad has barely said boo to anyone, which makes it worse. My Mom can barely speak at all, and he doesn't want to. Joking about how we finally get some peace worked for all of two seconds. I've tried to tell him it'll be okay, but I'm not really qualified to say that so even I don't really believe it.
And, of course, no one is looking forward to telling the kids how much their Nana has changed. Obviously, Ellie gets to avoid that little treat altogether but that isn't really a blessing. She'll never know her.
Connie's advice about going to a shooting range is looking more and more tempting by the minute. And I'm grateful for the way David has remained his usual ass charming self. It's been easier with him being normal (...well, as normal as he can be) instead of doing that ridiculous egg-shell walk around me that would've just grated on my last nerve. He's been helping to take my mind off it, and I love him for that.