So the first day of work was fine, nothing interesting to report, except that we got to go home a bit early, because we had to drive to a different town to do our LiveScans, scheduled for 3 pm. Thanks, trainer!
Kid A's first day of child care must have been fine (I did check in by phone at lunch, and TM got a full report when he picked her up, but beyond "She was fussy in the morning, and she really liked the swing," nothing was unusual or substantive), because she did not fuss -- AT ALL -- from the time we picked her up until the time she went to sleep for the night. And she went down for sleep so easily, we couldn't believe it. We thought either they had swapped her out for a different baby, or that they had worked some crazy Catholic voodoo on her. She really was like a different child. It was ... I don't even know what word to use to describe it. Crazy. Amazing. Unsettling. Unbelievable. Awesome. Maybe she would have been that way regardless -- maybe she's "growing up" and deciding that the world isn't so bad after all, or something -- but it was both cool and sad to see that she was okay. My ego is the teensiest bit bruised, knowing that she was okay without me. But I'm also pleased and relieved to know that she will be fine.
Not much to report on Dad. Spoke with the surgeon today; Dad's looking anemic, so they were going to check out a few things, maybe give him another transfusion. But the infection is improving, and they will probably send him to a (different) rehab in a few days. I am very slowly working on the business end of things, but progress is quite slow.
When I'm less tired and have a little more time, I'll write a bit about today's outing with Krista Is A Mom. Two urban mamas with their babes, hangin' in the beautiful 'burbs. We were lunching ladies. Shopping, too! So fun. Thanks, Krista!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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I look forward to reading all about your outing with Krista is a Mom. I know she treasures your friendship. Hang in there girl.
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