Do you know where I can buy some patience? ‘Cause I’m all OUT.
The Snake is doing better, but still not back to his normal self. He went to school yesterday, and his teacher said he was perky and great. Then I pick him up. And he whines. And complains. And looks pitiful. I know the surgeon said kids wax and wane in their recovery. But it isn’t easy.
Top it off that next week is a big, big, big week. Did I mention that it’s BIG? So I’m a tad anxious. Adam goes to the big annual conference for his speciality, and he has a bunch of look-see interviews set up with potential jobs. Basically he will be exploring our future. Basically I might know where we might be headed in a week. Basically I’m a basket case.
Having your life be determined by others sucks. I know others are facing this. I know we are not the first doctor-family to bounce around. But I grew up and lived in the same region nearly my entire life. Contemplating the possibility of living in a totally unknown place is a bit nerve-wrecking racking. At this point in my life, I’m really starving to have roots and establish relationships.
Well, I suppose since I can’t seem to find the closest patience-mart, I’ll have to solve the problem as I did yesterday. Red wine. Lots. (don’t worry, after the kiddies go to bed)