Coming Home

This morning, I lay in bed feeling sick, fixed to the sheet, at the thought of Roo coming home. Now I know how lucky I am to have had a two week break including a trip to the US; after all, it's more than most carer's get. However, it's also given me a glimpse of another way of living. I have discovered new things about myself, and I don't want to forget them, or bury them. There's been uninterrupted time spent with the children. They've had their own thoughts on Roo's homecoming:

Arsey (16) 'Can we invent an illness that's worse than HD, so that he stays at Moos?' (ho, hum)

Sweet-Pea (4) It's hard for you to look after everybody, when dad's home. You stop looking after yourself when he's back. (B****y Hell that child is scarily perceptive)

Honey (7). He has spent the last two days subsumed within a large Guinness hat. Anything he says is muffled, but I think it included '.......cool......snot......belch.'

Really, what more can I add? Think I'll get one.