Waving, not drowning

Hey, again. Thanks for all the good wishes, everyone. Now I'm all teary.

G was such a help getting through the airport. I was such a mess that I couldn't hoist the car seat and other bags up over my head like I had on the way down. The boy noticed, all on his own, and came and took them from me and then positioned himself behind his sisters so he could watch and make sure they were fine as we walked on to the baggage claim. My mom drove home, thank God. I collapsed (truly) into bed just as soon as we got home and didn't get up for twelve and a half whole hours. The last time I did anything like that it involved a certain someone hauling me to ER for rehydration, major meds, and an ultrasound. Thankfully this bug was more mucus and sleep-related. Or rather, lack of sleep-related. So I'm ambulatory again, even if I do sound like a herd of frogs is camping out in my throat. (Cough, hack, choke.)

Q was so very happy to be home again, positively chortling at the grandparents in the airport. I need to post quite a bit about his times and what his therapists are saying. It's pretty exciting stuff. For now, though, I've got to get the kids to bed so we can move on with more school in the morning. It's been tough to get them reoriented to something like a regular schedule. Lots of complaining this morning when they had to be out the door at 9:45 for piano lessons. See me rolling my eyes? The silly monkeys.

We're back in court again tomorrow. As always, good thoughts and prayers are appreciated. Boy. I wish I knew what to say about all this. I guess we'll just stick with the thoughts and prayers part. Breathing deeply...

Thanks again, everyone. I can't tell you how much it means to be remembered by such a cadre of kind, funny, super people.

Mwaaaa.