The second day of school, we rush out to the car, three people to deliver to three different places all by 8 a.m. The children noticed it first- a flat tire, totally dead flat, not going anywhere fast flat. Grabbing the handy cell phone, I first call one friend to see if her hubby has time to get the spare on for me (he does), call another to see if she can take the children with hers to school (she can), and catch a therapist on her way to work to ask if she could swing by and take dh to her work which also is where dh gets therapy (she can). All this accomplished, I drive to the tire store and ask about the other tire on the same side. I had noticed this morning a new gash on the tread extending up into the sidewall. It turns out the flat can be repaired, but the other tire must be replaced right away. Better still, it's under warranty. I'm so grateful for all those looking out for us. Even more, I feel safe in the cleft of the rock. God is near.
Dh has greatly improved in his abilities to move from one activity to another and do tasks when asked. He can initiate routine tasks, even a routine new since the accident (especially in the morning), but still struggles to initiate new activities. For example, when bored, dh has a hard time finding things to do without being prompted by me. Once prompted, though, he can work on a task for at least a few minutes. He jokes, his conversations are more on point, and he seems less on edge and better able to cope with stressful situations.
Thank goodness, because now demands to get everyone where they need to be, with all the accoutrements, has greatly increased now that the school year has started. A routine helps us all though and gives us all something to concentrate on.
