It's finally THE weekend - the one after the children leave school. I'll still be in on Monday to oversee getting the building and resources ready for next year, but I'm hoping to restrict it to just Monday. (Ok, and maybe bits of the last week of the holidays...but that's it.)
So far this weekend, I have slept and cried. Combination of a lot of relief at holding things (mostly me) together for the past three weeks since J's heart attack, terrible pain in my left foot and ankle and a slight general flare that always hits me when the adrenaline drops.
I've joined J on his daily walks - we've been along the seafront at Seaton Carew and across the beach at North Gare. We would have been in the garden if it had stopped raining long enough to cut the grass :( The garden is wild and jungly. We may have to get someone in to labour for J for a few weeks before it gets away from us completely.