I saw my first home health client this week. He is adorably sweet. They have a menagerie of birds and dogs at their house. I had to do therapy yesterday with a pair of 6 week old basset hounds in my lap. The kids wouldn't talk while they were holding them. So I took them... they fell right to sleep as soon as they hit my lap so it worked out.
I also saw several of kids at Bliss! My supervisor seems to really be impressed with me this week. Which is always good. I've been working my butt off spending time up there, being flexible, thinking of therapy ideas. Oh my goodness the therapy ideas. I literally dreamed about one of my clients all night long. And rightfully so. I barely survived my first session with him. The second session was EVEN WORSE. A 3.5 year old in an hour long therapy session that he doesn't feel like being there for is never a good combination. By the end of our second session he was laying on the floor, sucking his thumb, and asking for his mommy.... and I SERIOUSLY considered joining him. This week should be interesting. I am basically going to have to bring the entire materials room into the therapy room with me. He burns through activities like he breathes oxygen. We did everything I brought in last time TWICE and still had time to roll around on the ground for 15 minutes. Oh well. I vow to be ready for 6 hours worth of activities next week.
It was great seeing William for a few days. But it seems like we just got all the business part of our marriage caught up and he had to leave before we could have any fun. I absolutely hate saying good bye to him. Ask him. I like long goodbyes, but I always get in trouble. I am proud of him though. This is his first "Annual Training". First of a few that are in our future. Of course at some point he will have 6 months of Advanced Individual Training in Mesa, Arizona at Fort Huachuca. Sounds like a blast right? Anyways, regardless, I love being an Army wife. I couldn't be more proud.
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