TLG has broken his arm again. We just had the cast removed last Saturday. He should have been wearing his splint. But he just finished his bath and was running through the flat (as he normally does) when he tripped on Rocco. I didn't see him fall but I heard the loud thud. The silence after was enough to make me run out of the bedroom. Sure enough, there he was, holding his arm and trying to fight back the tears. "It doesn't hurt so much." So here we are again, with the fourth cast and second broken arm in six weeks. I also forgot to mention the black eye. One of the boys threw a paddle at last week's play date. It landed on TLG's face. This clearly has not been TLG's month.
M. has called from Moscow. He's filled with news about schools, sim cards, new phones, and residential areas. Hearing all this information just fills me with anxiety. I want to say, "I am good where I am at. Why can't we just stay still for a moment." I am not interested in any Skype calls this evening. Not tonight.
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