Excuse me while I savor the fact that Graham is out of the house for the next hour and 20 minutes.
We are together 24/7. Believe me, if he could speak, he’d probably tell you he’s pretty darn sick of looking at my tired-looking mug and welcomes this as much as I do.
I believe the last time he was gone for any good length of time (that is, out with people who are not me nor hubby) was about 1 year ago. His current staff is comfortable and feel safe with him enough now to begin to take him out on outings.
My brain is trying to adjust to not being interrupted every 13.28394 seconds.
My ears are literally in shock of the quietness.
No tv sound from his room.
No vocalizations, squealing.
No bedroom door flying open to race to the restroom.
No feet stomping on the floor as he sits and watches cartoon characters race to the finish line.
And the girl was happy.
