Week Two...

 I'm trying a new format here, we'll see if it lasts. My hope is that by chronicling the weeks I can get back into the routine of writing, as well as remember to appreciate the more mundane weeks of the year. 

The weekend was uneventful, the birthday party for my cousin's two-year-old at the brewery was nice.  Kids everywhere, a private bar tender, and catered food from a local favorite. Being Oldest's last weekend at home, we have spent a bit of quality time getting him ready to leave, dotted with an occasional meal out, and binge-watching Netflix's Wednesday.  I'm not an Adams Family fan, but I must say it was quite good. Youngest spent some time just sitting with us in the living room, something he has not done in, well, years. Most notably, the vet prescribed a trial dose of arthritic medicine for Miss Alaska. Being a Husky Shepard Mix she has a predisposition to serious hip and back leg issues. We noticed a difference in 24 hours.  The old girl's running up and down the back stairs now like a spry 4-year-old. 

Monday went as quick as it came.  Oldest was dropped back at the dorm in all of 22 minutes.  Seriously, we have it down to a science now.  Plus, there's no mushy goodbye or unpacking for him since, well, he's 22 years old and can hang his own clothes. I had a preop appointment shortly after drop off.  I was mid EKG when they called me to let me know my surgery had been delayed again until mid-February. This provokes a whole host of issues as we had timed Hubs surgery to fall in line with mine without unnecessarily using up sick time. So that's out the window.  When I finally got out to the car I cried. I'm moving on now, pushing through, but it's insane frustrating to put myself off for year and when I finally decide to do something it gets delayed because of hospital logistics. 

Youngest has been showing some effort to change. Tuesday and Wednesday were successful days for him. He was able to schedule his car in for repairs and an inspection sticker which is due at the end of the month. He saw his orthopedic for his foot (from the long boarding incident in July) and his hand (knife injury in May).  His ortho called in an emergent appointment with a hand specialist, which miraculously was the same day, and he has a scheduled MRI and consult scheduled within the next 2 weeks.  We have been trying to get this set up for 6 months and it literally happened in one day. Odds are he'll need surgery for a severed tendon, but we shall wait and see.  

Thursday and Friday proved less productive for him, but I'm letting him work through it on his own for now. I'm trying to set hard boundaries, as in I'm happy to help you, but you'll have to give me some time and do it on my schedule, kind of stuff. There's no money left to dig him out of these manic based decisions so ultimately, he'll have to find a way with, or without, my help. *sigh* The polar coaster is exhausting. He did manage to have dinner with his mentor though, so that's always a positive. Youngest has avoided him for most of the last year.

I saw a FB meme the other day in which an old farmer was asked to say grace.  Loosely, it went something like, "Lord, I hate buttermilk.  Lord, I hate lard. And you know, I've never been very found on white flour. But when you mix those terrible things together, well, there's not much more I love than biscuits.  So, the next time I'm not happy about what's going on, remind me that while I may not like what I've got now, it's because you're cooking up something so much better for later."  

I'm not a super religious person, but man, that's going to be one damn good home cooked meal.