Return to Class

Robby has been looking forward to today for three months. After 12 weeks away from his friends and his favorite role-playing games, today he returns to his enrichment classes. He absolutely loves these classes and I delight seeing him so happy and excited. 

One of my favorite parts of the week is picking up Robby after class. He always emerges from the school with a smile as wide as the sky. He spends the drive home telling me all about the class, the battles that ensued during the game and the antics with his friends.

Unfortunately, Timmy is not nearly as excited about Robby returning to his enrichment classes. The school is nearly 40 minutes away, which turns into over 2.5 hours in the car. I wish I could find something fun to do with him local to the school, but everything is closed right now. Even if I could find activities I would be hesitant to take him. Covid is still flaring and it simply isn't safe for my little guy.

So, Timmy will be my co-pilot (from the back seat) as I chauffeur Robby tomorrow. I know that he will become bored, but hopefully a trip (or two) through a drive-thru for fries will help ease his woes. This will be our Friday routine for the next 9 months, so we have to figure out a way to make it work.

Sick? Maybe

Although he wasn't running a fever, yesterday Timmy was not himself. He woke up at his normal time only to fall fast asleep five minutes later. He slept soundly until nearly 10, which is almost unprecedented for him. When I found him sleeping on my bed, I suspected that he wasn't going to be his normal self. 

My prediction was correct. He was quick to cry and fuss. It was almost as if he was overwhelmed by everything around him. He broke down doing his schoolwork and ended up sobbing on the couch for nearly 30 minutes. He worked himself into such a tizzy that neither Robby or I could calm him. 

Eventually he calmed himself down and complained of a headache. I am not sure if the headache was due to the crying or something underlying, but I called an early end to the school day. 

I spent the rest of the day trying to keep him quiet and content. He didn't breakdown again, but he was not his normal self. He didn't smile and seemed uncomfortable throughout the afternoon. I'm hoping that he wakes up feeling better today. I miss my little mischief maker!

Ouch

The first day back to normal after a long weekend is always stressful. At least, that was my mantra yesterday. I felt like I was chasing my tail from the moment I woke up until I finally fell into bed at night. Even though I tried to get everything ready for the week, I was discombobulated and unorganized all day.

To add insult to injury, my leg was sore much of the day. I didn't have an injury, at least not that I know of, but my limb just did not want to stay comfortable. I wasn't in pain, but I was reminded of my prosthesis with every step. Bad leg days almost always trickle over and impact the rest of my mood. Yesterday was no exception.

Robby and Timmy were content to work through their assignments and then to spend the rest of the day quietly playing. I woke up wanting to go outside because I knew the weather was going to gorgeous. When the opportunity actually presented itself, I was lacking both the time and the motivation to play.

Sigh. I hope that today is a better day.

Sad Day

 Well, I can't say that we did anything fun yesterday but we were productive. Scott and Robby worked in the yard while Timmy and I set out to drain the pool. I echo Timmy's sentiments as we hooked up the hose to the pool drain. It definitely was one of the saddest days of the year.

We had so much fun in our little pool. It saddens me to admit that our summer of swimming is over. Rest assured, I am already planning for next year's pool!

Today we are back to reality. Scott enjoyed a four day weekend where wee quickly fell back into the routine of having him home. It is going to be odd to have him away again, but I know that the transition will quickly happen. 

This week is going to be busy. Robby begins his enrichment classes on Friday. He is so excited to return to class with his friends. I love his enthusiasm, but driving him to and from the activities adds another layer to my already thin schedule. He's worth it though.

Here's to a great week!

Labor Day

Full disclosure- I hate Labor Day. Although I fully support unions, I have always dreaded this holiday. There is no doubt that my displeasure is more related to the timing than the purpose.  Labor Day always heralded the start of a new school year and the end of summer. 

Regardless of my feelings, today is Labor Day and I am determined to make it a good one. School has been in session for several weeks, so Labor Day no longer conjures the same emotions. After all, the boys have been in school for nearly three weeks. 

Today everybody is taking a break from work. The weather is going to be beautiful, so I'm hoping that we can spend the day doing something fun. I want to say goodbye to summer with a fantastic memory.