Waiting for daddy

Its so hard. We have our life to live and I feel like someone has come in and shaken it all up. And it's not just once but again and again.

We thought it would be a matter of putting the leg back together with a plate. Waiting for the swelling to go down. Keeping infection away. Healing the wound. Now a skin graft. Then maybe a plate.
The days we plan to drive to Auckland to see Dave change moment by moment. Operations get planed then change.
Dave was aloud out of hospital for a few nights and we planed to spend the weekend with him. So we missed out as now he's back in and locked into visiting hours which are hard for children and me too...living 2 hours drive away.

Yesterday dd said lets do homeschool.. We sat down and did a little reading then both our brains grew tired.

I've started again he documentaries in the morning as these might spark interest thought the day. I have not been able to get near our oak meadow books for days. Dave has the computer which has the connection to the printer...not that it matters as most of what we do is outside anyway.

I feel like I've lost my centre...I know that this too will pass...but it's hard to think and I don't like having a foggy brain.

So at the moment we wait till possibly next week Friday for Dave to have his plate put in then wait for him to recover then be aloud to come home.