we all scream ice cream

Well, I’m still here! [Are you?] If I can make it through today then I will be golden for two weeks as the boss will be in Alaska. I’ve still been meeting with my career coach three mornings/week for 1-1/2 hr. meetings (yes, I know that’s 4-1/2 hours/week which seems like a lot – even to me!). I won’t go in to details about what all we are working on (because really, they get paid to reveal what all they do) but I hope and pray to sing their praises at a later date.  All I can say right now is that I have homework practically every night and I might as well be going to college again.

In the meantime, I took the boy out to dinner the other night just him and I so his mother could have an evening of talking to another adult other than myself for a little bonding. We went to this burrito joint, sat at the bar and ate fish tacos. Afterwards, we went to DQ (only after getting the green light from Joey that he could have ice cream) and we each had chocolate dipped cones as big as our heads [for you Maria]. Note to self: next time: small cones. [Funny how I am SUCH a pushover when it comes to him. Bad, BAD co-parent! ] He’s grown so much since the beginning of the summer and I can understand a parents’ utter panick  constant exclamation of how quickly they grow up. I think Joey and I both are going to be beside ourselves when he goes back to school and we become weekend parents again. I have kind of felt that he’s been keeping her company and being her little guardian knight during the day and with all she’s going through.

Today, I am going with her to the doctor (he will be there, too, although in the waiting room probably playing DS). We are going to discuss some of the side effects that she’s having and some other stuff she’s liable to forget unless I’m there. She’s really been dreading this and cried last night talking about the possibility of going off the Humera and being in pain again. Neither of us want it to come to that and hope that there’s some alternative method to this madness/meds/anything to keep the pain from mf ing coming back. I know it’s already been a day for her as this morning started out with DFCS. [When I asked her how it went I had to hold the phone away from my ear if that is any indication.]

Maybe it’s another ice cream night.