... that I was the one relaxing in the tub. (Today started out rough again. I will spare you the details, but will say that a certain eight-year-old was walking to the bus stop in tears and his mama was almost in tears. Let's just hope that when he opens his lunch and sees his sandwich on hotdog buns, it will cheer him up. I ran out of bread this morning.)
Although Spenser's leg still hurts and she won't put any weight on it, her spirits are lifting. She took one step last night and cried. She has not taken another one since. The doctor told me to encourage her to walk. And I do. I'm just not successful.
She sits on her throne (the sofa) all day. Surrounded by comfy pillows and blankets. She eats her meals at her throne. She watches TV and plays Pixter and reads books. Why would she want to leave? (Other than the fact that she is normally a very active two-almost-three-year-old girl.)
Her appointment with the orthopedic is Thursday at 2:15 p.m. Maybe we'll find out what's going on.