440. The Good Win

The reality is that there is little new I can say which would, I feel, be useful to blog about.

I’ve said my piece. And there hasn’t even been a new personal or family disaster these last 3 weeks. Nobody got terribly ill or died. Nothing like that.

I had a few projects for previous or returning customers that I had agreed with Char I could do. I did them. (Well, most of them.)

And otherwise I just stayed home and helped take care of Jay and carry him around, since Char’s hand, unfortunately, has not gotten better overall since all of this started back in, I think, October or September.

She was seeing a specialty doctor the other day and got an injection with some hormone-or-other that would help reduce the inflammation.

We have also given up on trying to make Jay sleep in his own bed, so Char won’t have to lift him several times a night after feeding. (I have tried lifting him back in September, the first time we did this show of getting him to sleep in his own bed, but he awoke much more easily leading to a net reduction in sleep for all of us.)

Our relatively nicely decorated bed/children’s room which we finally got to look good after several months last spring has been, well, altered to suit the purpose – once again.

Since Jay is crawling around. So we have had to move the beds towards the wall and do some makeshift barriers on the other sides that are not towards the wall(s). That way, hopefully, he won’t fall out.

And then we just wait.

Mind you, all of this I’m telling you about now has happened within the last couple of weeks from this date and until early March. I’m not even counting the days or making notes anymore. Everything has just been a blur.

Not a bad blur! I definitely love Jay to bits and it’s great to be more home without guilty conscience about work or the other way around.

I’ve also given Char the possibility of going more out, for example – and this is important – to take several hours off and do a wellness treatment or get massage at a professional’s clinic; somebody she knew who services her former workplace.

That kind of addition to her her feeling of well-being in general and in particular of her inflamed hand muscles would hardly have been possible if I worked out of the house full time.

But the days have been long, and I have grown more and more impatient. Not so much with getting back to work, because frankly I feel that webdesign work is not very motivating, although it is better than anything I have done before.

More getting back to blogging, and drawing and writing – all of which have grind to a halt. Despite my best efforts to be “laser-focused” and use every “bit of spare time” (usually not much more than an hour in total if I stay at home all day to help out there).

Maybe I shouldn’t be laser-focused then.