Clarkston

I got the girls up and out the door with my parents to church. Then I madly finished up my talk. I was just too tired last night to finish it coherently. Then a quick bath with/for Jacob and off the Clarkston we went. (The stake presidency asked the wives to speak with their high council husbands because it is February and the topic was Husbands and Wives have a solemn responsibility to love and care for one another.)

Our talks went well. Dave really has some talent in that area and I'd worked hard on mine too. We sure got a lot of compliments. I thought I'd recognize a few folks, but I was surprised at how many people I knew.

When we got home the real work began. JT had Marky's arm immobilizers on and strapped together in front. I thought it was dreadful. Then I had to take care of Mark. He is Harry Houdini. Holy Cow! He did OK in the afternoon in his high chair, but once Dave left for the teacher fireside, he was a wild man. For two hours the girls and I wrestled with him. I even gave him a dose of benedryl a couple hours early. It worked! He went to sleep...for 10 minutes, then woke up more wired than ever. Oh My! I was exhausted and my back was hurting again. I'm pretty sure I completely understand the immobilizers strapped together and I think I'd've understood them strapped together and strapped to the crib walls.

Finally at 9:30 he fell asleep. He needs rest. And no more loritab. He keeps throwing up and his digestive system is having a hard time getting going again. Poor guy. Hopefully things will continue to improve. But I'm not looking forward to 12-4 (my shift). I just know it's going to be a lot of hard work.

BTW, he doesn't seem to be in pain, just annoyed. It must feel weird. He keeps shaking his head no every few minutes. Maybe his equilibrium is messed up too. And he claws at the dressing. I don't dare remove it because I'm afraid he'd claw at his ear as well. And that would NOT be good.

No school tomorrow. Maybe Tuesday, we'll see.