Wes had a cold last week, and this morning it was confirmed that he’s got Hand Foot & Mouth Disease. It seems to be a mild case, so he’s doing okay so far. I, on the other hand, am not because we’ve got at least another week of isolation ahead of us. It turns out I got something wrong about myself. I don’t draw energy from being alone. I’m not as much of an introvert as I thought. I need to be with people! (At the right balance, of course.) It’s so unexpected because I’m quiet. I thought I was the person that could spend weeks and weeks by herself. I am not that person. You know, there were some signs of this. Like how I have always gotten sad when Sean goes out of town and I have to be alone for a night or three. It’s so interesting and so unexpected to learn this about myself now.
Anyway, back to Wes. This is supposed to be about him, not me. This week he figured out how to climb the stairs and is just starting to get the hang of using his walker. I mean just starting. I have to be there for all of it or he’d face plant, but he takes steps now after pulling up on the walker instead of sitting right back down. It’s really fun. It feels like the space between one milestone and the next is shorter and shorter all the time.