I come swooping through the city on my sweet tan, granny van. I speed race through twisting streets and over tall bridges. I watch the traffic lights with animated fervor and glare at the clock with anticipation.
I am about to make everyone late for Therapy.
This is the story of my life these days. I skid into the Rehabilitaion Center each day by the skin of my teeth... and a glare from the check in clerk's eye.
They know I am late too.
So here is my actual update of the day. Moose had his Physical Therapy Evaluation today and he did flippin awesome! It looks like he is right where he is supposed to be so come time for Headstart he will just SOOOAAARRR!
I think I just pee'd a little.
Monkey is trying desperatly to crawl. He wants to so badly and he wants to get his hands (or teeth) on Moose. When Monkey gets mobile this household is going to reach a whole new level of insane.
Foo is working on babbling some more. It is starting to sound like she is saying Mama (fingers crossed). I hope she is. Now it's just to work on teaching her to say "Mommy Beautiful".
As for me, well I am a little pooped. The weather is helping though... I hate the snow. The Man has been letting me sneak away for naps too. My doctor called the other day to ask me about the pain... and I told him I am managing. I wasn't lying either, I truly am managing. I am so busy with things that I just ignore the pain basically and keep going. In the evenings I take a hot bath and that helps also. With time I know that I will conquer this.
So thats it for updates for this particular moment. I dont think Moose is going to need any therapy services, although June will tell us more. And I truly think I need help in the Time Management area.
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