We have now entered a different decade than the one the kids were born in. Wild. Of course, in some ways it felt like the past two weeks were about 10 years long, so maybe I shouldn't be surprised.The past week was sort of a blur of semi-working, semi-juggling the kids, and trying to maintain everyone's sanity for a week without any regularly-scheduled programming. We finished up Cayston after 10 days as hoped, which is great, an I am glad to report that Lemon's symptoms have not returned so I think we kicked this little flare-up. Of course, at a price. Lemon's weight is now down to where it was in August of 2018. Not exactly the kind of throw-back that one wants to see. Hopefully we can catch some kind of a break here the next few weeks so that we can bulk him up a bit again, given that it is only January, meaning February and March still need to be contended with.
After two full weeks with a near-complete absence of routine, we are struggling to get everyone back on track. In some sense, having the rigor of the CF routine always running in the background has been helpful, in at least giving some form to each day. Still, I realized this morning that I had basically forgotten how to pack lunches, and also couldn't recall what time Lemon's school lets out on Mondays, it being early release day. Luckily the babysitter remembered. And I managed to pick Lime at the correct time despite forgetting and then remembering in several consecutive 15-minute intervals. We'll get the hang of 2020 yet.
