The count down to Nick's return. Just over a week. When he first left I was just a wreck. I was so afraid that Nick would get hurt, or not come back. Worry overtook me, drained my energy. I did my usual stuff as well as I could- grocery shopping, going to the gym and Starbucks. Seeing and helping new moms and babies. I had plans to clean the garage and the basement. Or at least I was going to try.
Then I broke my ankle. I know, not the most horrible thing. I keep reminding myself how lucky I am that I still have my ankle.I can still function. I am just impatient. I am used to running up and down the stairs a hundred times a day. Now, I am sitting in the family room thinking of going to the store in my pajamas so I don't have to go upstairs and change. This is my current life.
Having a guest, pet sitting an unfamiliar dog and not being able to move about freely is frustrating. Oh well, I'll live.
No, I don't expect Nick to be ale to do the things I wanted to do, at least not the way I wanted to. I am really grateful to Austin for doing so much to help run the house!
Not a very thrilling blog post.
Ok, I am going to get some clothes on and go to the gas station and buy some milk.