It's Sunday evening, and my boys will be home in about 45 minutes. They've been at their dad's since Wednesday night; I saw them briefly on Thanksgiving for dinner, but that was it. I haven't done much, to be honest, with my 4 days off work. I have spent a lot of time binging Netflix. Chatted with a few fellas on Tinder and OKC. Richard called a couple of nights ago; we texted briefly yesterday and he was going to call in the afternoon, but I never heard from him. Way to stand out, dude. I'm not mad, just...slightly disappointed he's like that. But whatever. Chris S. was very communicative, and look how THAT turned out.
Anyway, I'm nervous about life getting back to normal. For five days (they didn't have school Wednesday) I haven't worried about Aaron and seizures and missing school. Or Quent and finishing up senior year, and hoping his car keeps working. But tomorrow it all returns, and I'm anxious. I don't know how to help Aaron, or what we'll do. I think we have a meeting for homebound services on Friday afternoon, but I'm not even sure that will be the answer.
I have missed them dearly - I can't wait for my house to be full again - but I'd be lying if I claimed to not be anxious.
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