Karen McKevitt

It's been an adjustment having our daughter back at home from her year-long adventure in Orlando. She's used to the way things were, while we've obviously had to do things very differently. Take mowing the lawn. Once a "boy's job", it's become the job of whoever is available. We just don't have the luxury of saying "not me!" anymore. If we wait for someone else to do it, it will never get done which is just not acceptable. And to be fair, it's a big adjustment for her too. Going from...

I'm mad. No. I'm frustrated. No, that's not it. I'm.... I'm not sure. I came home from a respite weekend (see my previous blog post). We're in an adjustment period having our daughter home, but I was also faced with reality. The reality that my person isn't as far along as my brain had hoped. My person isn't the same. He managed without me for a few days, of course. But there are things that just didn't get done. Abilities, normal spouse-like lack of observation. But I was back at it...

I'm on a respite weekend. And by respite, I mean flying to Florida, helping my daughter pack the last remnants of her apartment and move her home, yes that's rest. Add in a few days at Disney in a heat dome and dripping wet from my own sweat. Rest. Yeah right. Don't get me wrong, I had a great weekend with my daughter. Creating cherished memories and having her share the little nuggets of her work days that she wouldn't have otherwise remembered to tell me when she called to check in. ...