Thursday, June 18, 2009
So far this morning:
~ The three girls had a screaming cat fight over new toothbrushes.
~ They followed this up with an apparent contest to see who could slam the playroom door the loudest and the most times.
~ Breakfast was a relentless barage of knock-knock jokes, which my nerves just can't take right now.
This was all before 7 a.m.
Yup, this is me, complaining some more.
Michael called me this morning but is still talking in complete nonsense. Even when he's saying things like, "I left both gates open," and "They gave me the 818 sedative," he sounds so serious that it takes a second to realize he doesn't even know what he's saying. He said he thinks some friends came to visit him last night, but he's not sure (I kind of think not). It's hard to know what to take seriously and what to disregard. And it's hard to see/hear him like this. I just want Michael back.
This, too, shall pass . . . this, too, shall pass.