Wow. Snow? Really?Thank goodness it might happen on the weekend.
The job is good. It's mostly settling in and training so far, as expected, and I'm feeling good about both. I'm still getting physically accustomed to the schedule, and Monday night I fell asleep in my clothes while the boys and David and I were watching gargoyles. David had prepared an excellent celebratory dinner of steak and garlic mashed potatoes and green beans. The boys ate grilled hamburgers, and we were all quite content. I woke up a few minutes before my alarm went off, wondering why i was still in a hoodie and had a rubber band in my hair.
Last night I managed to actually stay awake long enough to put myself to bed. I got lost on the way home, which was draining in its own right, and then David was doing the anti-nit shampoo on Graeme (since TheEx didn't feel like it over the weekend, but helpfully washed Graeme's hair every night and afternoon, making it take an extra day to have the medicine work). It's kind of weird coming home to the whole family already doing stuff. In fact, I don't think it has ever happened before.
This morning David took Graeme to school to be evaluated by the nurse. He passed, and has been admitted again pending continued success, of which we are hopeful, and which TheEx did nothing to help ensure. It boggles the mind that someone who would actively and willfully deny medicine to a child would think he would have any business being a custodial parent.
Whatever other things might be going on, I am content. Our family is simply wonderful and we have been working together really well lately. We seem to be the poster family for the idea that it doesn't have to be perfect for us to be happy.
