I've been spending a lot of time this weekend watching movies with the boys...all three of us, just Sam and I, and just Arlo and I. We joined Netflix for the free trial month and suddenly we have copious amounts of movies and television available on my laptop, right in my bed. We've watched The Princess and the Frog, The Incredible Mr. Limpet, and this morning we attempted, The Meteor Man. "Attempted" because we only made it about 2/3 of the way through and skipped most of that due to violence. It was rated PG, but filmed in 1993. I think that 1993's standards and standards today have changed! Arlo was in tears when the superhero, "The Meteor Man", received a sucker punch in the face. We immediately switched to Flipper, the T.V. series from 1964.
The boys have been having a hard time with me in bed all day and night. They are resilient guys, but it has been two weeks now, with only a few days in the middle where I was up and about. Sam's face is finally healing, but Arlo's still looks terrible and he talks about it hurting. We're doing what we can, but Hand, Foot, and Mouth is a terrible virus.
Matt's dad, Jim, arrived on Friday night for the second round of cross-country Grieshop family -tag-team nursing. He has so far helped Matt throw out an old toilet, install a new toilet and move one toilet from one bathroom to another. We once again have established "toilet order". Whew.
Things are moving at a different pace here and it is weird being an observer in my own home. I am so used to being an active member, moving around, interacting, making decisions and getting things done. Physically, it is necessary, but giving all of that up is a great mental challenge for me.
Slow and steady...patience...acceptance....letting go.
