Slurp me No More..

The folks left bright and early for Evansville today. They're spending the night tonight after Rodney's concert with Kenny Chesney. I am sure they're going to have a marvelous time. We're dog sitting. Dave and I have stayed in most of the day, letting Dave rest up from a long day of running errands yesterday. He doesn't mind, since staying in, watching movies, snacking, and spending time with me seem to be his favorite hobbies, (when he's not napping, of course).

Dave's mom called again today, and lectured me for a half hour on Dave thinking he'll be able to work again one day. She said that the mind might think it can, but when the body can't.. there's just nothing to do about it. She told me that I shouldn't allow him to believe things that aren't and never will be. It's so hard to stay positive through all this as it is.. but when someone inside your own camp doesn't believe in you.. it's a dozen times worse. Sometimes, I wish I could just tell her not to call until she can be a positive influence on Dave, (and me), instead of such a negative one. She really gets to me sometimes, even though I really do try very hard not to let her.

While Dave was taking a little nap today, and making his slurping, sucking, smacking noises.. (the ones that sometimes occasionally drive me a little out of my mind), I closed my eyes and sat back in my chair, and so many memories flooded me from when Dave was at Health South Hospital. Those weeks when he wasn't awake, but not asleep, and certainly not yet himself.. thrashing around, pinching me, pulling out my hair.. and being a real treat to spend a day with; day after day after day. He couldn't talk, but he made an endless array of noises, predominantly these sucking, slurping, teeth grinding, smacking ones that never went away. Those memories seem so fresh and so easy to conjure that I got chills and goosebumps all over my body. I think it was at that precise moment this afternoon that it became clear to me why these noises upset me so badly. When there's nothing to do but watch him sleep.. eyes closed, and hear him smacking away like that, he looks no different to me now than he did to me then, and the emotions those visions bring are a little too rough for me to love.

Dave's working on speech therapy homework tonight, and I'm getting ready to dig out ole Betsy, the kitchen-aide. I've got a big favor to do for a friend of mine this week; cookies I promised her months ago, and the time has come. I hope I haven't forgotten what I'm doing, lol. They should keep me pretty busy for the next week though. It's been awhile, but I haven't forgotten how time consuming it is to make them just perfect! I better get started.. before it gets any later, and I'm mixing into the wee hours of the morning.

Thank You for joining us this evening, and until next time.. Much Love, Many Hugs and Good Night to You All.