This week, we are watching MrZ. When we get to her house, we sit down at the table and do homework. Every day. No exceptions. Mom watches TV.
Monday, she tuned in to Behind the Gates, a new soap on CBS. About 15 mins in, there's a couple in bed showing some skin and smooching. "Hey Mom, not kid appropriate."
Tuesday, we were working away, and MrZ leans over and whispers "why is she watching a kid show?" I look over and she has a PBS cartoon playing. *blink*
I'm not quite sure whats going on there ... or what tomorrow will bring?!?!?!
Wednesday, and she's had some very bad nights, not sleeping, walking the floors because of pain. Its a tremendous burden dealing with her because she can't describe the pain, doesn't seem to know if it's a muscle pain or what. She has high expectations about what a doc can do, and the *all* fall short. Never mind that they have to guess what's going on.
We shall see.
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