4/17

When I laid down in my bed last night, it was like a hug from your best friend! I was laying on a cloud of soft bedding and had more than one pillow. My roommate didn’t poop in the middle of the night (good job Paul).  The lights stayed off the whole night.  I woke up once to give Ethan a dose of medicine and was looking for my mask in a sleepy stupor.

I think I am traumatized by wearing a mask so much.there were multiple times I panicked today because I didn’t have my mask on. It was a brief panic, but I found myself thinking about it constantly.

I took a walk around our yard this morning. Our flowers look so pretty. Lots of vidid colors.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed smelling the country air. I heard the frogs singing out, trying to find their spring mate. Such a soothing and familiar wonderful atmosphere.

I started to unpack today. What an overwhelming job that was. I have turned our house into a disaster by going through the last 5 1/2 months of stuff that has accumulated. I found myself exhausted.

I like to hear the kids chatting away to one another. I listen from the other room. To even think their laughter and sarcastic banter almost was lost, is surreal.

Ethan went up and down the stairs multiple times today. Great PT. His stomach is off a little, likely due to weans, stress and excitement. I would guess he will level out once he gets acclimated to being back home again.

I got to tease Paul for drinking all the coffee...even though I know it was me.  We then decided whoever determined that there was 12 cups in the pot of coffee we made did not realize the size of the cups WE use. Our pot says it makes 12 cups, but WE determined it to be more like 3 1/2 cups.

I made it through the day without putting a mask on at all! WOW! It really felt weird. The number of times it crossed my one was uncountable.

Penny landed herself in boot camp as she will now have to relearn the potty training rules now that I am home. Good thing she is cute. No accidents today! Day one was a success.

I was able to cook dinner and it felt so good. Grubhub is good and all, but there is nothing like a home cooked meal. Ethan’s stomach has been off and on so I wanted to get him some good nutrition. He ended up eating a decent amount.

I made myself a margarita. I haven’t had a sip of alcohol since we were in ICU on 9 Tower. So maybe February? It tasted really good. 

We then watched this channel that features gameshows from the 80’s. It was epic. So much has changed since then. Fashion, hairstyle, teeth and even touching. Some of the game show hosts touching the women was a little cringy.

Ethan went up to bed. He has his special Ceci blanket. He said he absolutely LOVED being out of a hospital bed last night. I agreed that I also enjoyed my bed and likely fell asleep smiling.  We can make it through the next day and be able to come home for good. I am so glad we decided to come home. Today was so nice.