My Random Thoughts...Don't judge me.

There isn't any news to report.
This is the part of the stay where we go crazy and I feel like crying.
I miss my family being together.
We have had lots of visitors which is awesome.
We are so blessed by all of our family and friends who are generously giving of their time and gifts.
We are on the loudest part of the hall and Kaleb doesn't want to move, he is "settled" all ready (his words).
I left today for a few hours to take Hannah to youth volleyball practice and now I am sad. It reminded me how hard it is to be in here for so long.
Hannah is REALLY struggling with us being apart. She misses her brother. And me. She told me today she is sad but trying hard to be brave.
I cried.
Now we just wait. Wait for the meds to work and for his symptoms to turn around. I am not a good waiting person.
Homecoming week is this week at school and I am in charge. But I am here. So...people are having to help me and do more work on top of their jobs to help me. It makes me feel bad.
Kaleb's basketball team is coming to visit tomorrow night. K is excited. They had pictures on Saturday and he missed them. I was REALLY bummed about that. Today his coaches texted me and said they are doing re-takes in 2 weeks and even though they took a team pic without him, no one ordered. They all want to wait until he is back.
When I heard that my heart was so happy, but then I cried.
Everything is making me cry today.
Toddlers and Tiaras marathon was on. I watched it. Man, those parents are nuts. Seriously. I then went to the nurses station and we were pretending to be the moms and we were talking about how ridiculous that show is. It is a train wreck, but it is so hard not to watch.
Then I got mad that those stupid parents glue eyelashes on their 3 year olds, pump them full of mountain dew and red bull, and spray tan them until they look like a pumpkin. As the show shows the girls saying they hate it and want to stop and then cut to the moms who obliviously comment on how much their daughters LOVE all the hoopla. Get real.
Someone in charge of St. John needs to put a Starbucks on the 7th floor.
I have eaten a lot of sugar candy this week. A LOT. It is a fundraiser for CF by the nurses. At least I am contributing to a cure.
I am really bad at words with friends. I won't be mad if some of you stop playing me, I realize how bad I am. I am just too tired to come up with words beyond "the", "poop", and "Qi". I don't even know what that last one is, but it gets me points.
I was playing Dave in 2 games and one of them I was winning (barely) and the other one he was annihilating me. I was so proud I was almost winning the one game. Then he informed me I was actually playing my 9 year old daughter.
At least she takes after him.
The stomach bug is going around, again. Everywhere. I don't know of anyone here that has it, but it is all over the place. Pray we don't get it. I just might lose my mind if we do. Seriously. At least the psych floor is only a couple of stops up the elevator.
Kaleb is into fish, birds, and dragons right now. So obviously, I now know EVERYTHING about them. He is also into Ninjago. He keeps trying to convince me I am too. He even picks out the toys "I want".
I skated down the hall today in my socks. Kaleb rode his IV pole like a skateboard. People in the waiting room think we are crazy....hehehe. We are.
We don't know how long we will be here, but you had better believe when we know we are going home, we will shout it from the rooftops, don't worry.