Trying to get my life back together

So.

I've been sick for about a week now. Nothing horrid. Nothing fatal. Just a nasty sinus infection. I keep thinking I'm about to turn the corner to that spot where you go, "ah, yes, I'm feeling better" but, not just yet. Not quite.

In the meantime, life goes on, right?

Working on getting DS#1 ready to go to London in about 5 weeks.... No lack of drama there, as usual. His visa came quickly enough- but with an error on it. So he's spent the past 2 weeks trying to talk to someone, anyone, to take care of it. Finally found that someone yesterday. Passport is back in the mail today. He still doesn't have a place to live. That application should go in the mail today, too. We've been waiting for references. People, please hear me: If someone asks you to write a reference for them, and you agree to do so, please do it immediately. We've been waiting for 2 references for at least a month. And we who are waiting hate to bug those who have promised to write. After all, we want a good reference, don't we? I figure the rest of it- the finishing of undergrad classes, etc. is up to him. All I can do is worry. And worry, I do.

Taking care of hubby is progressing toward a more positive place, too. He's finally able to bear weight on that healing hip. We measure his progress in things like: he can stand in the shower, and he can take off his own pants, and he's now sitting in a regular dining room chair instead of his superduper souped up rolling chair. We actually went "out" for lunch today to Quizno's. It was his first foray into a restaurant since the fall. So, forward progress, if baby steps.

I'm so far behind in my coursework that I feel it hanging over me like a lead balloon. I really struggle with spending every waking hour on it when I feel like I have so many other things that need to be tended to, too.

DS#2, in Nice, is doing well. He's making friends and joining in all the fun that life in Nice has to offer. I still miss him like crazy, but knowing that he's well, and chatting with him almost daily by IM makes it bearable. almost.

There's where we are, today. And as I tell my boys often:

It is what it is.