My body (back, especially) hurt so badly last night; I assumed it was all my back – this was a false assumption. I awoke with a not-so-terrific-feeling in my stomach, and despite my do-or-die attempts to appease the ickiness with coffee, it was not to be. Soon, I gave back. I’m sure you can all figure out what I mean by that.
The thing is…Et
han was SO excited about his bike ride today; he and a friend from school were planning on riding from Cameron Park to Placerville – over 20 miles – then I’d pick them up, there’d be dinner and a sleep over. Erghhhh. I eased out of dinner and sleepover but Ethan wanted his friend to come over. Sure, no problem. Ethan hasn’t had one friend over, hasn’t had one friend spend the night. Makes me sad, but I think this friend will be able to in the future. It turn out the friend couldn’t come over and it was rather late, anyway. Another time (ok, I know this is garbled and repetitive, but I feel icky, remember?)
I spent the day in bed, occasionally giving back, so there isn’t much to report, so I’ll do what I can. On the way to drop Ethan off at his friend’s house for the bike ride, we passed by the apartments we lived in during the separation and subsequent divorce. I asked Ethan if that had been difficult for him and he said no, not at all. “You and daddy fought a couple of times, but it wasn’t a big deal. And you guys talked all the time anyway, you still do – it’s like you’re still married but living in separate houses.” This could play a big part as to why I’m still single (apparently I’m still married).
Picked up the boys at 7:20 in Placerville – my poor boy is so sore…the seat is hard and doesn’t absorb the ride. He had checked in with me twice on the ride and always signed off with an unsolicited “love you.” He is doing so much better after resuming his medication and a few days ago I heard words I never thought I’d hear: “I’m really enjoying math, I actually understand it.” Granted he was on medication last scho
ol year, yet still had such difficulty. Yay to this.
He came in to say goodnight and we talked a bit. Then he came to kiss me good night (no worries, I warned him of the ickiness) so he just hugged me, instead. This is my Boy.
Pictures: Ethan loaded up his bike; Mabi was concerned that I was in bed all day and attempted to comfort me.
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