It is early evening. Brainy Bird is waiting for a Robotic’s Club meeting to start online. I can hear Little Chirp munching on chips and salsa in the kitchen. I am sitting in the extra room in our house. Potatoe is underneath the table that I am sitting at, and the kitties are just now finishing dinner and beginning to poke their heads into the room where Potatoe and I sit.
I still have a couple of more hours of work, but I needed a break. Little Chirp had made himself a chicken pot pie, which he traded to me one minute before the oven timer went off to be able to go with his brother to UMaki after his brother’s Robotic’s Club meeting. UMaki is sort of like Subway, but instead they make sushi rolls. The boys love it. They have mastered how to get as much protein (raw fish) as possible as they trek through the “make your own” Subway style line.
It is mid-week, and it actually feels like mid-week. Most of the time, by mid-week, I feel like it should still be Monday or that it should be Friday, with no in between. This week, is not like most week; it actually feels like mid-week. I have two more long work days before the weekend. This weekend, the boys will head to New Braunfels, and Potatoe and I are going on a little road trip, just to get away. I plan to spend most of the trip hanging out with Potatoe and working on my book. I am not sure why I think that I need to go some where to do that, but I am looking forward to the little mini adventure.
Potatoe and I are needing to work on our relationship since “the accident”. I know that he feels guilty, but this was truly an accident. Since “the accident” Potatoe has slept at the foot of the bed instead of sleeping next to me. I worry that he views this as a punishment. He is still my number one; I just need to be able to lay carefully at night, without the concern that he might jump up on me. I think he worries that things will never be the same, but that is not the case. I just need time to heal physically, and he needs some time to heal mentally.
Let me tell you about the accident. Last Thursday, I was taking a 15 minute mental break, like a smoke break, minus the carcinogens, and that is when the accident happened. I went to sit down in the backyard swing, and as I was sitting down, Potatoe jumped into the swing, pushing the swing out from underneath me. I fell to the ground, which did not feel great, but the real pain came with the swing swinging back and crashing into my neck. I had to go to the doctor for x-rays and all. It is incredible how much pain such a simple accident can cause. Potatoe knew when it happened that I was hurt pretty badly. He normally goes to sleep well before me, but that night he stayed up while I stayed up and tossed and turned.
I am definitely feeling better now, and I actually went out for a sort of walk/run today. It felt good to be outside getting exercise. Of course, Potatoe loved this too, but I sense that he still feels a sense of guilt over what happened.
We will spend the weekend together, and he will see how happy he makes me. I will enjoy a coffee or two, and a couple of dinners out on patios with Potatoe by my side. “Take a me vacation” is something that I have always wanted to do, and I am excited about this, even if we are not going any where exciting.
Stay tuned for “tales” from the me vacation.