I am tired. As most are these days. Day 2 is the most exhaustive after Avastin. In fact, I need to book sleeping the morning away in the future. Then I need to get up and move. That helps the aches go away faster. But sleep, oh sleep.
Babs came today and had time with each kid, even though Paco was a pain today. Sometimes I wonder if he is going through a mean phase because of me, then I talk to a friend who has a kid about the same age, and they have the same challenges. She tells me to put me at ease. I am relieved that I am not uniquely scarring my child.
Tommy has started the army crawl. It is hilarious. Now I really need time to clean up my desk! He is already climbing on us, of sorts.
Tommy’s t-shirt came from Tía Colleen. It does not suit him. His parents and brother today, yes. But Tommy, no.
It is 9 PM. The lights are out.