Honest-to-god convo with Daisy, one of my 4 year-old twins, later in the day:
D: Mommy, did the doctor look at Lilah's bottom?
D: Did she have to take her pants off?
D: Did she lay down on her stomach?
D: Gee, I wish I could do that.
So I'm wondering about this phenomenon. Why is it that my kids pretty much ignore me until I'm either on the phone or sit down (like, to eat)? What is up with that? They barely register that I exist until the second I'm on the phone, and then suddenly, they desperately need something from me RIGHT NOW!!!
I'm glad it's Friday. I'm glad that for the next two days I don't have to get up at 5:30 a.m. (the kids will still have me up by 6 or 6:30, but I swear that feels like such a luxury these days). I'm glad that tomorrow morning I will dress the twins in their leotards and tutus and take them to dance class. I'm glad that one more week of radiation and chemo are behind Michael. He's about halfway through the first phase of his treatment now. Since the doc stopped the chemo yesterday, his feet are hurting a bit less, but his mouth is still very sore. He's pretty much living on soup and shakes these days.
It's funny how I've started looking at his treatment in terms of a pregnancy as far as timeline, because from start to finish, it will have been about the length of a pregnancy. And I remember all the times I was pregnant, how in the beginning, it seems like the end is soooooooo far away, but the weeks march by and before you know it, it's over.
I just want this all behind us.
And that's all I have to say about that.