Our adopted home state looks a little different since last our last update.
Aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln, it's been another normal-ish week at our house. Papa Bear left for a conference early Thursday morning, and Opa and Nona headed off to Chicago on Friday, so I was solo with the kids for a few days. It was actually fun in its own way, if you consider living in a sea of scattered toys and used tissues whilst going to bed at 8:30 and arising for the day several hours before dawn to be fun. We shoveled the driveway, went out for ice cream, went to the library, and did our weekly excursion to buy groceries and see fire trucks. The main thing is to completely and utterly surrender any hope that you (the adult) will actually accomplish a single thing for yourself. If you set your expectations to zero, you are much less likely to be disappointed. I managed a five minute phone call with an old friend and it felt like a major victory. We were all very glad when Papa Bear returned around mid-day Sunday. Lemon was especially delighted with the little souvenir that Papa had picked up for him in Orlando.
Looking ahead to this week, I am certainly glad that we set expectations to zero and made no plans whatsoever for Thanksgiving, so at least we won't have to cancel them. We're hoping that Lemon's cough responds to the antibiotics quickly, otherwise I'll be calling the clinic again Wednesday morning to see if we can get in for an appointment before the holiday. I suppose if we have to be admitted I'd rather it be from the clinic on Wednesday than from the ER over the holiday weekend.