Accomplishment #3 of mine, and some of a couple of my kids

I slept last night. As in most of the night. Probably only laid awake for 30-45 minutes, which is normal for me. Last night I went to Wilson's Cub Scout banquet with Bart, my accomplishment #3 for yesterday and somewhat of an accomplishment for Wilson (I will blog pictures later).

Rand has an accomplishment! He's been hired to be a cook in the kitchen at one of our United Methodist Camps this summer. This is a great job for him. He loves the kitchen and he is very gregarious and has always loved the camp setting. So on June 7th he will have a summer of making money and friends and not having to listen to his overbearing mother insist that he help around the house.

Salinda has started taking something for her post-partum depression and is already feeling more like herself. This is very good news as it looks like she will be moving home with Gabby on March 5th. The county there is insisting and it looks like we all just need to comply instead of fight it. Hopefully by then it can be a drama free move.

However, last night Gabby was hospitalized again with possibly a lung infection. We heard the latest about 11 p.m. and they were catheterizing her. So scary for Salinda I'm sure. I haven't heard any more this morning.

Today I have 3 things on my calendar as well. If I take things slowly I seem to be able to keep moving. I'm sorry my blog posts have been all about me lately. It's as though my head has been in a fog and I can't see beyond my own body.

One of the things that I have realized is that if Salinda, Mike and the baby are all coming back home, the rest of us are going to have to function as a team. Otherwise we can't pull it off, so I'm working on ideas of how to communicate this to the less than cooperative other kids at home.

This isn't quite how we pictured things. Kyle (with one exception) is how we pictured things. We pictured college, a career, and then a wife. Financial independence. Things like that. The only thing we had pictured differently is that when he had achieved all this he would actually remain a part of our lives, something he does only when absolutely necessary. The last time I talked to him was in the hospital. He checked on me once. I told him it was very serious. I guess it's my responsibility to get back with him and let him know I haven't died.

Please pray for Bart, who is exhausted, for me for continued recovery, for little Gabby, and for Mike who has a job lead. If he can actually get a job, life post-jail will be much easier for him.