a moment of silence; son goes away; wife returns

[sistawendy]

My spuds in the trash can are dead, killed by the heat. They were doing really well until then. The memorial service will consist of emptying the can out and drying the soil, and hoping they haven't all rotted.

---

I've been ironing dozens of name tags onto my son's clothes before sending him off to camp tomorrow. I hate to say it, but my mood's about to improve markedly. He's spent most of the last two months unmedicated so he can eat & sleep.

---

Nibs gets Bombed tomorrow, and hopefully starts moving around more shortly afterward. Thanks to better health insurance, she's gone from every six months to every five.

Comments

[savannarama.livejournal.com]

I don't think it makes you a bad parent to admit to enjoy a little time off. It makes you a good and relatable friend to admit it!