Today I go to the Neurologist to see if the many hours of physical therapy have indeed aided in the healing of my damaged neck muscles (from the concussion in Dec.) I still have a couple of major knots, but one day they will move into their own homes ;-)
Raising a 14 year old girl is an oxymoron of gargantuan proportions! It's more like taking a herd of kittens on a white river rafting adventure. Followed by base jumping. Followed by an habanero pepper eating contest. Followed by skydiving. While wearing an eye patch. With one hand tied behind your back. Hopping on one foot. On broken glass. And making sure all the kittens survive. Unharmed. Mostly.
Redhead started "Brain Therapy" this past week. She likes it, and I think it has the potential to literally change her life. Funny, but I have the sneaky suspicion that I'm going to feel suddenly wealthy when all these little buggers are making their own money and not spending ours :-) I hope I live that long!
I guess I'm mostly concerned about BHB. He's being quiet. Too quiet. I've been on this playground long enough to know that chaotic noise is chaotic, but good. Quiet--that's where the false sense of serenity can sneak up on you and wallop you into next week!
Hubbie has lost over 50 pounds now!! Woot Woo! He's lookin' fine! He's also feeling really good. That's nice for a change.
On my knees, breathing in and out........