Daisy, standing guard.
Steven woke to a better mood today. His only complaint today is a real one; tummy troubles. I think the aches and pains are caused by one of the side effects of Vicodin. He's been eating non-stop since the day after surgery, thus preventing the massive weight loss that he experienced last time but at the same time contributing to the constant tummy troubles that he's having now. Hopefully more water and a bit more movement around the house will ease those troubles.
Right now he is with Dale and David at the grandparents' house, watching movies with "Old Timer".
On the other hand...
Today I feel edgy and cranky. I've never really had a good "VHL" cry. A few tears shed here and there, but not a good old fashioned cry over the atrocities that face my son.
Instead I seem to like to loose it over the small stuff.
The "small stuff" today consisted of a full load of Steven's laundry that I threw into the washing machine with a soccer bag. The soccer bag has been washed many times, so I wasn't worried about the bright blue coloring bleeding into Steven's much loved t-shirts. David has been using this bag to tote his baseball gear around. He set it by the washer and dryer early this morning before practice. I emptied the bag of the obvious junk...sunflower seeds, a headband (?), more sunflower seeds, an old gatoraide bottle, and one last opened bag of sunflower seeds. What I didn't realize was that in a side pocket there was a tube of that black under-eye marker that outfielders cherish.
All of Steven's clothes are ruined, including the precious Highbury shirt that he was gifted last year. David, by the way, feels about as horrible as I do. Although I called and questioned David about this strange and empty tube that I found in the dryer, we haven't told Steven yet...he's having such a good day.
(And I know...anything that can be fixed with money is not really a problem. But it can cause crankiness!)