- I had spent much of the fall ill only to be struck down again at the holidays and remained so well into March.
- Christmas eve became our last nursing session, which I regard with mixed feelings of elation and regret.
- Work was a mixture of the same old (designers missing deadlines and shows growing out of control) and the very new (a new dean who is thankfully not hampered by the New England mindset of "We've always done it this way. We don't know why, but we've always done it this way").
- As I was getting to a point were life was coming under control, I developed a cyst in a rather delicate place that after much pain and inconvenience had to be removed by surgery. Recovery slowed me down a bit. This whole situation ended up leaving me only three days to work on a project that I had really looked forward to working on. (more on that later at Footprints)
- The most significant event in the last 6 months happened just a month ago. In the midst of having my hair done, with half a head full of foils, I got the call no mother wants to get. My son was injured at daycare and my husband was on his way to the ER with him. Luckily for us we have wonderful children's hospital nearby. My son sustained second degree burns on his hands from the water at daycare. (I'm going to take this moment to say...if you have kids, lower your water heater. And never, NEVER put their hands in water without testing it first, even if you just checked and had your back turned just for a second. Toddlers are fast. Very, very fast and very, very curious.) His bandages came off this week and he's healed up very well. There is no permanent damage at all. He has been a trooper through the whole thing and is the bravest little boy I know. But now we find ourselves without daycare. I'm in my summer lull for work so I'm home with him full time.
So there's my last 6 months in a nutshell. It didn't leave too much room for knitting, or anything creative outside of work. I'm working on that. And I do have a few things to show, but that's for another post, another time.
2 comments:
Whoah. That sounds like a hell of a last 6 months and I'm glad you (all) are here to tell the tale! *hugs* I'm glad to see you back.
Thank you. I'm happy to hear I was missed.
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