The start of the day

The start of my day yesterday was certainly different. To begin the day, I had to pile out of bed at 6:10 AM! I haven't had to do that in years with the exception of surgery. But I was out, made breakfast for myself (G does his own weekdays), dressed, and out of the house by 6:50. Felt like the old days when I had to wrestle 150 seventh graders!

But yesterday, instead of seventh graders, it was three grandchildren! Daughter had a meeting at 8 am, and SIL was still out of town. So with great trepidation, I was off to tame the wild throng. She told me they needed to be up by 7:30. OK, a few minutes to gird my loins. Remember, I only live a mile, so I was there by 6:55. When I got there, Doodle Bug was up, sitting on the counter with Daughter making lunches for the other two. I knew I was in deep doo!

Shortly, here came the other two. Monkey Boy has been really good these recent days, but I remember when he could set your nerves on edge with his behaviors. Lady Bug, at nine, has become s wonderful helper.

Finally it came time for Daughter to leave - actually we were past time for her to leave. Doodle BUg went into hysterics. She threw herself on the floor. I convinced Daughter to just leave. That, in itself, was a problem, by I gother out. Doodle Bug stood at the back door and screamed.

We went about our business -getting breakfast for the older ones. I had assumed that DB had eaten. After a bit, DB came to me to be held. She finally was quiet - for a while.

The older ones were getting their lunch boxes. DB wanted HER lunch box. Lady Bug thought it was in one of the vehicles and set about finding it. Monkey decided that it was his time, so he began chanting he needed help with his shoes. I told him he could wait for a bit.

Lady Bug kept trying to find the right key to the specific vehicle, Monkey was going on about his shoe, and Doodle was happy. In fact, she forgot about the lunch box. We got shoes on Monkey, and it was time to go. Things were looking great. Everybody was getting their backpacks. Doodle ooked around and wanted HER "pack-pack." My spirits fell. I just saw the whole thing sinking into a melt down.

Somehow we got her out of the door and into my vehicle. That was amazing in itself. Doodle had never been in my vehicle yet, so she was busy looking around. We got Lady Bug dropped off at elementary school with no problems. One down. On to day care for Doodle. That went off flawlessly!

So it was on to the Bridge program for Monkey. They want the kiddos there at 9:10. Not before, not later. Well, it was 9:05. Not good, but we went in anyway. There were already kiddos and parents (and grandparents because the parents work and cannot meet the strange times of this program). We waited and waited in the hallway. The kids getting more and more agitated and wired. Finally at 9:20, here came the teachers. They had a staff meeting. Great, but I had PT at 9:30.

I made it to PT with a minute to spare, but Paula never takes me back on time. All ended well. It was one of the best sessions yet. She stretched the muscles in my thigh. I was on my stomach, and she took the left calf and pressed it up against the thigh. Delicious almost pain! Wonderful!

Later in the day I went to the Ortho doc. I need a CAT of the right knee. He wants to make sure that I don't have a piece of bone in the tendon above the knee. After that, we are looking at perhaps May. They are still amazed at my healing with the left. It usually takes at least three months to get where I am at only two months past surgery. I am proud!

Peace be with you.