Yesterday was an exciting day. Yesterday I had my 2nd CI (left ear) activated! I admit the event lacked the luster the 1st one did, but that’s to be expected. The first one took me from deaf to hearing, this second one will take me from “okay” hearing to “better” hearing. I am still forever grateful, but I think the highs of being bilateral will come in bits and pieces as time goes on, as I recognize the little things I may have forgotten I was missing. On the way home from the activation, I noticed I could hear the blinker on the truck, something I hadn’t heard in quite a while, because it’s on my left. See? It’s the little things.
I went to bed around 9:00 last night. I don’t normally go to bed that early, but I was feeling pretty crappy. I had been coughing most of the day, so I had stayed away from caffeine. Good for the cough, but resulted in a major headache. That coupled with some stomach issues and the excitement of the day left me quite a mess. However, the sleep must have served me well, because I was pretty wide awake at 6 this morning, and feeling much better. Even wide awake, my body doesn’t move so well, but I was up by 6:30. I put both my ears on (!!) and moseyed on out to the living room. Luke (my early riser) was on the couch, watching tv. We chatted for a bit, then I came into the kitchen to make breakfast. And of course, instead I am writing.
It’s day 3 of summer break for me and the kids. This means less work for the kids, but more work for me. No more lazy days, no more morning naps, and no more spotless floors. I like keeping the house clean, but I realize that’s going to become more difficult with the kids home. One of my hopes as a parent is to teach my children how to clean up after themselves, but that’s not a quick process, right? I think repetition and years of patience are the keys here. Those and being a good example, of course. But this summer, I don’t really have the energy for keeping up with my own high expectations. And this is how I plan to deal with that ugly fact: I’m just going to pretend like we’re camping! Every time I step on a wad of dirt or pile of crumbs and that frustration rises within my belly, I’ll just pretend like it’s totally normal to have dirty feet. Dirt in the entryway? Crumbs in front of the couch? It’s okay! We’re camping!! I just won’t tell the kids, because then they’ll want to pitch a tent in the living room, and that would just be going too far.
Have I become that neurotic? Sadly, I’m afraid I have.