"Are you going to take a slow drizzle?" Todd asks.
"I think the term shower is being a bit generous." He says.
No water pressure.
Seth had a play date Monday, (the day the movers came). His friend's mother said, "Seth didn't want to watch any TV here. He said he didn't want to waste his screen time."
Took a break from the overwhelm of unpacking today to attend Riley's school award ceremony. I watched her get a "good citizen award," an award for "academic excellence," and another one for doing a "great job" in music class. She walked up to the podium in her tie-die sleeveless sundress (in winter in Cleveland)and thick knit leggings(hot pink), and sneakers, hiking the waist of her tights up as she went. She stood in line with the others receiving awards, arms ticking away with excitement. (We got rid of a bio-feedback lady who wanted to extinguish her tic. Of all Riley's difficulties, this is what she focused on). The whole school was there, all the parents watching, and I was grateful for that tic. May everyone see it, and note her "invisible" disability. May they cut her some slack. One day she might want to work on controlling it, and that's fine, but for now we've bigger fish to fry.
But there she was, in a huge assembly, high-fiving all her classmates on the way back to her seat on the floor. She turned around, found my eyes, and grinned and waved.
And all the overwhelm I've felt in the last week melted off.
This is why we're here.
You go baby!