Myrtle arrived this evening. She is a lovely, slender thing standing rather silently in the corner of the room with her little green "battery charging" light on. Andrew has decided to call her Bob. Bob just doesn't seem to fit, but I'll allow him to call her what he will. Here, she shall remain Myrtle. :)
The nurse is due to arrive tomorrow. This could get interesting. The order on the bag states that the 2 liters should be administered over four hours. Four hours is a long time. Especially when you have a stranger hanging out in your house with your son. Better yet, she is hanging out in a house with loads of kids and 3 dogs and 2 cats. The yard hasn't been mowed in weeks since I blew the engine in it (No, I wasn't racing it!)and the guys are working on it in their spare time. The deer got the garden so the garden is one huge overgrown disaster. The young chickens keep escaping the coop, so we even have chickens running around the property. We won't even discuss the house. We look very Beverly Hillbillies right now, so I have this sense of trepidation that she is going to dislike children and animals and she will totally be stuck with us...and us with her. So while I pray that we have this wonderful, maternal nurse with twelve of her own kids that are all grown and so she dearly misses the bustle of an insanely busy home, I fear that we have...the complete opposite. There's faith for ya, huh?
Myrtle is charged and ready to go but my batteries are on empty. I shall bid adieu and head to the sweet comfort of rest while I remind myself that the Lord really does have this under control and I really don't need to try to manage it all by myself...really. :)