All Quiet on the Home Front

D's at camp this week until Friday. I took Tues and Wed off from work. Tuesday night I am going to see Wicked with my mom and her friend. Wednesday the gas company is moving the meter from the basement outside. And all around those two events, I am supposed to finish about 3000 projects or chores around here. So far I have matched a laundry basket of socks. Woohooo! What a start!
It felt a little weird dropping him off yesterday. Neither of us was really sure what to do after we checked him in. I didn't know if I should hang out 'til he got settled in and found a pal or something. I gave him a hug and left him just kinda wandering around the check-in area. I'm a little nervous about him wetting the bed. He had been doing really great for a long time, at least a month or two. Then last week it was like every night at least one accident. He got a bottom bunk right across from the bathroom, and I gave his CIT a heads-up about making sure he went before bed. I honestly think I'm more concerned about it than he is. I think he has the idea that nobody can tell that he has a cloud of pee vapors surrounding him. I don't want him to be really self-conscious if he can't help it, but if it's just a matter of him being too lazy or busy to go use it... I don't know. We have had so many way more important things to work on before this even made it onto the list. It could be a big problem at sleep away camp, though.
Of course I miss him, but it is giving me a little bit of a chance to breathe. With two therapy sessions a week, a psych med review once a month, the dentist, etc. I have the constant feeling that I'm forgetting something. This week, I'm not! It makes me second guess my hope to adopt another kid. Well, that and the fact that I would have to finish all the stalled home improvement projects before I even started the process.
I should go to bed now to get a good start on the cleaning tomorrow morning.