It’s been a rough few days in our camp. Emotions are running high and tempers are short. All on my end of course. 😔
Friday was my last day of school for this year. My kids finish this Thursday the 21, but I have to take the last days off to finish my training, prep the house, and supervise Bob. He will need 24/7 supervision for a period of time after his discharge. I was a bit emotional as I left the building on Friday. I’ve never left before the last day and it hit me kinda hard. Some people have said, “Aren’t you excited to get your summer started before everyone else here?” And my response is, “You DO know why I’m leaving four days early, right? I’ll trade you.”
Mikey, Tiny baby, and I spent some time Friday evening with Lisa and crammed a ton of summer fun in a few short hours.
Miss Lisa treated Mikey to ice cream from the truck. We don’t ever hear that music where we live.
Spider-Man ice cream (which was more like sherbert, so I shared). It was hot and melting quickly and he didn’t complain at the big bites I took from it.
He was a sticky red mess and loved every minute of it. We learned how to play freeze dance. And ate goldfish. And played on the swing set. And did cartwheels in the grass. And blew bubbles. It was a great night to play outside. And he needed that normal kid fun. And so did I. And just so you don’t think he is this perfect little angel, he completely melted down when it was time to go and made a wealth of bad choices. I wouldn’t have wanted to leave Miss Lisa’s either.
On Saturday, Rebecca took Michael to the beach with her so Tiny baby and I could work on packing up the house to move back home and run a few errands. I filled my entire car and STILL have more. I had to borrow three of Joey and Brittany’s suitcases on top of my two and our clothes are not all out of the house.
He had a blast by the way. I don’t even think he ate that much sand.
And he was exhausted.
And then arrested for having an open container. Just kidding…
And this morning, I took the boys to Magee to see Bob for Father’s Day. Father’s Day is really tough for Bob this year because he doesn’t feel like much of a dad right now because he isn’t home. He desperately wanted to be home by Father’s Day and we told him discharge would be around this date. It’s also always hard because Bob’s father passed away when he was a teenager.
We brought him presents (he was emotional opening them) and went to recreation therapy with him. It was rough because the boys really couldn’t participate with him in this therapy because he was doing computer tasks so it really felt like we were home living our lives before the accident. Bob on the computer working and the kids and I just living around him sometimes feeling like we are in the way and a distraction.
Don’t get me wrong, Bob is an excellent dad and an amazing provider, but he can get hyper focused on a task and helping clients out of an urgent jam is one of those things. Imagine you are running a school or business and your internet goes down, or you can’t log on to an important system, or a server that has your most critical files isn’t responding. You would want your IT department on that IMMEDIATELY. And Bob is that guy to a host of clients. So today was rough. I don’t think I realized that it felt like home until I am typing this now.
I’m just tired. And anxious. And overworked. And overwhelmed. While Bob is excited to move home and we are too, it’s also sad for me. Surf Road has been home to us for three months. I’m truly going to miss it. Anything you need is LITERALLY six minutes away. Restaurants deliver food here. I text Brittany, “We’ll be home in 15 minutes”. She asks me often, “Will you be home tonight for dinner?” I know where things are. We have a well choreographed dance in the morning when all five of us are getting ready to leave the house. Tomorrow morning is the last one of those. Tonight is my last “sleep” here.
I will miss this “home”. Brittany and Joey’s home. Our home. They have helped me so much and helped to raise my kiddos over the last three months. Brittany’s fancy hobby lobby chalk board calendar still has all the March dates on it. I feel as if everything in all of our lives stopped three months ago. It’s all going to start up again soon.
And yes, I have spent a great deal of writing this post bawling my eyes out.