So Graem’s sick again, we’re all bummed about it. She has a runny nose, and was up half the night last night because she couldn’t sleep. I just keep thinking, Okay, it’ll be over soon. We tried booger-bulbing her at 1 AM, but it just makes her cry and creates more boogers. I had to prop her up on my chest so that she could be upright and her head would drain. She seems to be in good spirits during the day.
We discovered the playground at the Trumansburg school last night, and Graem played on the swings for the first time. She giggled until she got the hiccups.
Today Shawna took Graem to the library. Usually Shawna just plops Graem on the floor and lets her have free range of the library. Tomorrow there’s story time, so hopefully Graem will make it through–it’s at 10:30 AM, which is prime nap time.
I’ve been slowly spending more and more time at work, and I’m pretty ambivalent about it. Every day I count the hours and minutes that I have to spend with Graem (awake), and I’m sad that I spend 8+ hours at work. But I feel like my time is up, and I need to carry more of my load. The hard part of it is that my job requires evening meetings, and others have been picking up my slack so that I don’t have to go–and I feel like I should be going these days. I guess I should be thankful.