She's home

Today is the day. Called early this morning to check and she was still not certain of leaving. Slightly later got a confirmation Trace that she could leave today but didn't know when and finally got to pick her up during the afternoon visiting. So she is home. Bang go my privileges.

But I digress, I'm sure you all want to know how my whole day has been. Well no Livi this morning and the boys were as slow as usual getting ready for school. For Adam delay has become an art form and Vaughan is always ready to point this out.

Excitement during breakfast! The doorbell rang, all boys in dressing gowns scattered as a pregnant woman bearing gifts was led in tho the sitting room. No need for boiling water and no sitting either as Tracey's colleague Heidi (Helen really) handed over a few gifts before she went work. Again it is wonderful how Tracey's colleagues have rallied around.

The school journey was uneventful and I had a little time to finish a book I've been reading on the English Civil war. Parliament won and Cromwell is in charge, how come we still have a Queen? Suddenly it was all hands to the pumps as we got the coming home signal. We worked so hard Brenda managed to break the vacuum cleaner (yippee!). I am waiting for her to get us a new one. There was hardly any time for  breakfast and elevenses but we did manage to fit them in. I cleaned our bedroom to within an inch of it's life and I have swapped sleeping sides. I managed to uncover a few gallons of cleaning and beauty potions. The girl doesn't need them, she shines like a star without them. Every dressing gown in the house has been refreshed and I discovered a cache of towels deep in the children's room. These are now on the line.

It is too hot for work and I have drunk gallons of coke in an effort to keep cool. The only thing I have succeeded in doing is making myself hyper-active. Not a pretty sight, like an excited beach ball.

Well I went to fetch her for 2 o'clock and was a little late. Disaster, a queue for the car park, I had to wait 20 minutes before I could go up to the ward. But in the end I picked her up and we had a quiet trip home. The family ambush us at the door and we are just readjusting to our new situation. I am returning to work tomorrow in an effort to save my leave. Brenda remains until we are all convinced that we can do the looking after without her.

So I think that's it for now. This is Tracey's blog and she will return soon to give her views on what is happening to her. I can't state too often my admiration, love and devotion to my brave and beautiful wife.

Chris xx