The End of an Error--er--Era

Tim has been sick for two days. He hasn't been sick in a while, and this time he went down bad. He has chills, fever, soreness and the like. He's been asleep most of the time, but today, unfortunately, he had to watch Rain so we could get our apartment keys turned in on time (today at 5:00). He was bad off and mumbled several times, "I'm sorry I'm sick. I wish I could be more help to you."

St. Tim continued to do his best, though several times he ended up face down on the floor. No, really: he found a blanket, placed it in the middle of our old bedroom, and slept on it as necessary. I told him several times not to do so much, but to tell you the truth, it was hard as all get out to clean & watch Rain at the same time. Because all of the child safety devices in our apartment had been removed, she kept trying to plug in the vacuum cleaner, stick a screwdriver in another socket, and pull any remaining cords. She hunted down scraps of paper and metal to eat and screamed to the heavens whenever we took them from her. The entire time, Tim was half-dead, and I was wondering how all three of us ever lived together in such a small apartment.

The apartment is what's really on my mind, though. I mean, Tim & I moved into this apartment complex when we got married. Rain's entire first year of life played out in our tiny 1-bedroom apartment. The neighborhood was nice (in fact, if we could've afforded to buy a home there, we probably would've), and the maintenance guy was awesome. But the same little woods/creek that gave the complex some charm was also the reason it was cursed with spiders and the like. Don't even get me started on the mosquitoes ... Looking back, we should've totally moved out a long time ago, but hey, it was home. Anyway, I was a little nostalgic when we left today. I told Tim I would lock up. I said goodbye to the kitchen, shot some video of the place, locked the front door, and headed to the car--where Tim, with bags under his eyes and haggard expression, was sitting in the front seat with a crying Rain on his lap.

Nostalgia over.