The weekend in review

It feels like this was a lost weekend. Michael spent a good part of the weekend working (from home, but working nonetheless; working from home means he's shut away downstairs, so he may as well not be here, for the most part). It's almost surreal in a way. Here he is, hooked up to this little machine that's pumping chemo meds into him, and he's carrying on pretty much business as usual. Still has deadlines to meet for work, and trying to make up for a lot of time lost to doctors' appointments. As for me, yesterday was a bust. I swear, aside from sitting down to nurse the baby a number of times, I didn't actually sit down to relax until 10:00+ last night. Kevin currently tutors on the weekends, and one of the kids he tutors lives quite a ways away, so I took him over there yesterday, dropped him off, and ran some errands while he was tutoring. Then I picked him up and we grabbed a quick lunch. Headed home and - I kid you not - I spent a solid hour and a half picking up the house, as it seriously looked like a riot had taken place in pretty much every room (this is what happens when you leave Daddy in charge . . .). I don't even know where the rest of the day went, I just know it was a blur.

Today, Michael was up bright and early and back to work in the office downstairs (the downstairs, which, by the way, is still in shambles - worse now, because the contractors came and removed all the old carpet and linoleum; I don't even know when everything is going to be repaired and put back together). I did manage to get out and walk for 40 minutes - by myself! - and it was good to get out in the fresh air and clear my head a bit. Aside from that, I've been holed up in the house doing laundry and not much else. It's looking like rain again, so the kids have been cooped up in the house as well (and driving me nuts). At this moment, Michael is out ordering a new washing machine - yayy! Our current washing machine is 12 years old - probably double that with all the laundry I do. It's been on its last leg for about a year. So now it's finally time for a new one. How sad that I'm excited about a new washing machine.

So tomorrow morning, first thing, Michael has his first radiation treatment. Sometimes it's still hard to believe this is happening.