Worn out

Today is one of those days where I could happily stay under the covers and hibernate from the world. I'm not sick, I'm just exhausted. The past few weeks have worn me down and tired me to my core. I know that so many are feeling similar strains, so my sharing is more of an acknowledgement than a complaint. 

If you are feeling overwhelmed and worn out, you are not alone. It is so natural to take care of everybody and everything else. Unfortunately, I feel like I have left nothing to take care of myself. That has to change, and I'm going to start today.

I'm going to carve out at least an hour everyday to relax and to do something that I enjoy. Not something that has to be done, and not something that is required. I want to sit on the couch and watch a movie without constantly hitting pause to answer questions, to find lost items or to prepare snacks for other people. Wish me luck.

Cracked

So much for routines! After one day back to "normal," Scott is home again today due to the weather. Or rather, due to the weather forecast. We were supposed to get snow and ice but Mother Nature disagreed and provided us with only a cold rain. 

With everybody in the house clear from Covid, I spent yesterday making phone calls and trying to schedule appointments that have been put on hold. The first on my list was to my prosthetist. My fall last week caused my socket to crack. Over the past few days, the crack has grown in size and depth. 

My socket is now completely cracked about three inches down the front. I wrapped it with Gorilla Tape to keep to keep the pieces together until I can get a new one, which has worked so far but I know it is not a long term solution. I hope that a new socket will be ready tomorrow because I am weary about going into the weekend relying upon tape for my mobility. 

I worry with every step that the socket might completely fail, leaving me on the ground and stranded. Sometimes I hate relying upon plastic, carbon fiber and titanium for mobility!

Routines

After more than one solid month at home, Scott finally returned back to work this morning. He wasn't thrilled to be returning to the grind, but I know he was happy to finally be released from the Covid quarantine. Because he was home for so long, I know it is going to take a few days for everything to settle back into a normal flow. I really miss my schedule and my comfortable routines!

Although Robby's cough continues to linger, his bout with a rebound fever was short lived. Today he is finally clear to return to his guitar lessons. I know that he is excited to learn his new songs for his next band season and for things to return to our pandemic norm.

Because this is the last week of their semester, the last few days of this week will be spent finishing courses, finals and projects. Normally both boys are done with their academics weeks before the semester closes. Getting sick through both of them off track, and now we are playing catch up against the cut off buzzer. 

Wish us luck on our first day back to our school schedule. I have a feeling I'm going to need all the positive vibes I can get!

Ice Ice Ice

 Our beautiful blanket of fluffy white snow is now covered with a thick layer of ice. The yard looks beautiful, but it is also treacherous. Everything is slick and walking beyond the front door is difficult. I love the snow, but I abhor ice.

Even Friend, who normally loves to be outside, has been content to stay inside by the fire. When he does go outside (usually under duress) he has learned to stay within the flower beds by the front of our house. The one time he ventured into the yard he ended up slipping and sliding down the hill on his belly. 

The temperatures are supposed to warm today so hopefully the ice will melt. Until then, I am staying home and staying inside (as much as possible). Ice is dangerous for everybody, but I am especially vulnerable to slipping and falling.

Snow and Music

Although they no longer have an active infection, both boys are continuing to recover from the impact of Covid. Robby simply goes into his room to take a nap when he is tired. Timmy becomes irritated and angry, swirling around the house like a chaotic tornado. If he had trusted us, or if he had listened to his body, our weekend would have been a lot easier!

In addition to dealing with the wrath of Tired Timmy, our weekend was spent with music and snow. On Saturday Robby was well enough to go to his band performance. He missed the gig last weekend and he was devastated. He was delighted that another show was added, allowing him the opportunity to showcase all of the songs he has mastered.

Because of Covid, I was the only one to attend the show in person. Scott and my mom watched the show through Zoom. I know that I'm biased, but he did a fabulous job!

Yesterday the air was filled with falling snow, blanketing our yard in fluffy white. While Robby and Timmy were excited for the snow, it turns out that Friend is not a fan. We received about 6 inches in total, which made the snowfall taller than his head. He jumped around and played for a few minutes but quickly retreated back inside to the warmth.

Today we are back to the grind. Well, at least I am. Scott is still isn't cleared to return to work until Wednesday because of his positive Covid test.  Someday our house will return to normal. That day will not be today.