So I'm sitting here sipping my wine, feet kicked up and finally able to type with two hands although that is the most I can use my right arm. Stupid arm. Today was the first time out of my house in two weeks.... Dave drove me to the next town over for my hair appointment and back. Love his face. After jumping in to help his guys last night, he ended up sleeping in the truck while I was in there so catch up on his snooze. This man slays me, but he's right, I'm not ready to drive myself.
So things are good here. My Duchess is really blooming into her own person. I love this kid. She's a gentle soul who does no harm to anyone and is getting just stepped all over by her friends which really hurts my heart but I'm coaching her to stand up for herself. She's also asked me to stop laying out her clothes. She seriously has begun to put together outfits that leave me laughing but seem to work for her. Today she wore a "my heart belongs to Elvis" shirt with a lacy, funky retro skirt and fleece tights with ankle boots. Dear Lord. Her grades are great and she's doing well in volleyball camp. She's still doing piano and sax, so it's a musical house we live in.
Princess keeps me running. Seriously, because the grades aren't quite where they should be, she's driving on a permit. I won't bend and let her get her license (although she's got a nice ford expedition to drive already in the driveway, spoilt ass kid ... not really it's my old truck lol) until she gets them grades right. She's prepping for high school softball tryouts. I have her training with a local university softball team player cause with my bum shoulder and Dave's work schedule, we can't really do that with her. She's stepping up here at home really helping me out since I'm down in the recliner.
I go in two days for my post-op checkup. Fun stuff right there. And stitches come out. GAAAAAAG
Otherwise no word on the move front so we're just kinda not worrying about it. Juggling flooded downstairs laundry rooms/bathrooms, neighbors on vacay who volunteer my kids to shovel their walks and drives while they are gone, school schedules, work schedules and my upcoming trunk show. Life is pretty good.
I'm blessed.
