From my notes on the plane:

First part of the journey.  We’re loaded into our very full flight, the girls and I, comfortably sitting together. They have their little notebooks (C has labeled hers, My Secrit Diary!!) and are happily drawing pictures. I think Clara has the skills to be an excellent illustrator.  Maybe I should have her illustrate my children’s book for me. She does not take direction very willingly though. If I ask her to draw something, she may or may not comply. And she’s not that into second drafts. This could make it difficult for me, control freak that I am.

They are doing the safety information, blah blah blah, so probably I have to put this away soon. In fact, they have already made me lose my train of thought, so I am going to stow this laptop properly at this time.

Now I’m writing this as my Dad and I sit in his single wide, the TV on, me typing this, him talking about his new AC / heater unit. He’s talking about the heat because we’ve a two day cool snap here. 57 degrees outside — here in the living room it’s about 65 — and he’s cold! But he’s doing well, healthwise. His pacemaker seems to be doing its job well, and so he’s got his breath back, and his energy is returning.

I think there are number of challenges ahead for me this week. For one thing, I never watch TV – it’s like torture for me.  Plus, there’s something so WRONG about having to watch Vi@gra commercials in the company of one’s FATHER.  “Ask you doctor is it’s safe for you to have sex…” advised the helpful Viva V guy.  Bleah!  Then 5 minutes later, it’s Ci@lis. Oh joy.

Meanwhile, my eyes are still bothering me, very red but not as swollen. I saw the doctor the day before — did I blog about that already? Well anyway, she said the standard of care for pinkeye is to let it run its course; it’s usually viral, and not bacterial; and furthermore I looked like I was having an adverse / allergic reaction to the antibiotic eye drops that I’d self-prescribed — leftovers from A’s pinkeye from two weeks ago.  So duh on me for sticking Rx eyedrops in my eyes without first talking to a doctor.  I feel like scratching my eyes out. The doc did give me a prescription for an oral antibiotic — even though she said already that the standard of care was to not treat this! So unless I start feeling SICK, I’m just going to hold onto the meds.

A while back, I blogged about my joy that C had finally grown out of wetting the bed. I guess I was too quick to jump to that conclusion. The last three weeks — or more — she’s been wetting EVERY NIGHT.  And refuses to go back to pull ups. At home this amounts to a laundry problem, but not much worse than that, since her bed is lined with a vinyl sheet.

Now we are here– and in tight quarters. She, A and I are sharing my dad’s bed while he takes the couch bed. C didn’t want to fall asleep — poor thing. She  is so worried that she will wet the bed. Frankly, I’m concerned too. Tonight I’ll take her to the bathroom to see if I can get her to empty her bladder without even waking her.  Then I’ll put a towel under her, and hope for the best. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try to talk her into wearing a pull up. Just in case and so she doesn’t have to worry about it.

That’s all for now. I’ll try to write more each day of my trip.