Saturday, August 07, 2010

Bad

T is in the hospital. He has a staph infection. He's been there for 2 days now.

We're moving in 2 weeks and we've barely started packing.

H woke up at quarter of six this morning. He never gets up that early. I was peeing and H was crying and the dog was whining and the cat was howling and I was alone.

T doesn't know when he's coming home. He's lonely and sad. I'm lonely and sad.

5 comments:

Sue said...

I'm sorry - that's rough. I hope T gets discharged soon.

Almamay said...

Oh goodness. Poor T. Hope he makes a quick recovery. You must be so upset. Thinking of you and sending thoughts.

(Yet again our lives hit a parallel. Very strange.)

Yo-yo Mama said...

Any projection as to when he might come home? Do you have anyone close by who can help you pack? The stress of it all...it's almost enough to make you curl up next to a bottle of vodka. You can push through this, OK?

Karen said...

I'm so sorry....you must feel pretty overwhelmed.Just think of all the people that are praying and pulling for you and yours!.....hugs....

Stacie said...

Oh Rachel. I am sending hugs your way. I hope T feels better soon and is discharged very soon.

Much love...