Yup. They're all sick. Cass is on his way to mending, Littlegirl needs to get rid of her fever and bathroom difficulties, and Bear is.just.plain.sick.as.a.dog.
But the whole day wasn't bad. Cass went to the babysitters (a bit tired and cranky, but otherwise okay) and Rosey stayed home to cuddle with her Dada, and I went to work.
(I've been working at an old job I love for three weeks, not the one far far away)
And... they've offered me two more weeks, with the possibility of a third.
The dots on my happy dominoes?
My brother is in in-patient rehab tonight, for a 17 day program. My heart aches for my baby brother, who is going through such a hard time and trying so hard to figure out how to begin his life again.
Being three thousand miles away doesn't make me feel helpful, either.
Thank God he's getting the help he needs, and I hope with all my heart that this time he is able to make the lessons he learns there work in his day-to-day existence.