I banished myself to the laundry room today. No point waiting until she makes me do it anyway.
Almost everything is working just fine. Apparently we’re too far from the grocery stores to get delivery. That means the Little HM will likely stay in the hospital until Saturday. That’s when her daughter, Tiffany, arrives.
She’s doing fine and talks of ‘discomfort’ when doing her exercises. That’s better than ‘pain’. She would have truly been Wonder Woman if she just breezed through this.
… counting the days now …