and I hope that's it. Nicole does not need to be getting sick on top of recovery. Heaving with an incision is not an option.
She was not ready to go back to school today, but I am hoping that, with a good night's rest, in a freshly made bed, she will feel up to it in the morning. Her teachers miss her, as do her friends. I am going to be really sad to see her go. I have always loved having the kids home (I know I've mentioned that before) and the quietness of a house without them in it (even when they argue and drive me *this close* to insanity) makes me very sad. The house is foreign without my family. The adjustment of just us three has been horrible at times and I sometimes reflect, and then can not believe some of the things that are "normal" these days.
Within seconds of James stopping the vomitting part of his flu bug (I am not making this up) my tummy started rumbling, and aching. I haven't had the flu since the Christmas that James was an infant. Why is it the flu likes Christmas so much anyway? I spent the night in Krandall (see previous chair posts that I am too lazy to link to at the moment). I am better now, except for general body aches which could be related to that bug or the flareup that started last week. Or it could be just the missing.
We know that James is well due to the temper. My son has a horrific temper. One that burns bright and hot and scorches the souls of those around him. I am not kidding. It is really incredible how upset he can get. This is not an offshoot or acting out due to his loss. He has been this way since infancy and it runs in his family. A positive aspect is that he usually feels awful within minutes and apologizes. The negative aspect is I don't want him to deal with a lifetime of regrets. So, we deal. And talk. And try. And he has gotten better...at least a fraction better. He is the boy with the curl, right in the middle of his forehead. And when he is good, the whole world shines in the light of his smile, his mama and family bask in the glow of his love and hugs. And when he is bad, well, we won't talk about that.
Guess what?? Nicole made it back to school today! and so did James. And my head isn't hurting nearly as bad as it was yesterday, and my tummy finally gave it up, and the only bad thing is the empty house.