Wait

My mother has arrived, and it is wonderful.

Simply wonderful.

Even Mother Nature is celebrating: blooms and budding trees all around.

The husband is closing the stairs in the kitchen so we (read: he) can make a cupboard to chuck our shoes in.

Sons#1 and #2 played with a friend-with-no-manners while #3 was off to a Knight-party.

I'm in a lot of pain.
When you think it can't possibly get any blooming worse, it sometimes does.

On Monday I'll see the immunologist at noon, then Son#3's teacher in the afternoon. 

Son#3, who is failing kindergarten, and who can strangely read already and pick out the correct letters for words from a letter line-up.

Yup.

So we wait.