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.
In case you are wondering why the gas station to buy milk, the grocery store keeps the milk way in the back. I cannot walk that far and don't want to deal with an electric scooter for that small a shop
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