A few months ago, Grimm's mom started coming home from work a little extra cranky and sore in her feet. She was working an average of 30 hours per week. As a result, she hardly noticed that one day her right foot hurt a little extra. Always one to tough it out, she simply drew an Epsom salt foot bath and tried to sleep it off. Over the coming months, as the soreness got worse, she chalked it up to working too much. When she stopped working to prepare for the move and it was still worsening, though, she knew it was time to see a doctor.
Yesterday, she came home from that appointment and Pudge watched her put a weird shoe on. When he rang the bell to go out, she took a long time to get up and used loud metal sticks to stumble to the door. At first he thought the loud sticks were scary, but now he thinks they're the greatest toy. He's always trying to walk under and between them. It's delightful.
Mom is not finding this to be so delightful. She's trying to cope with turning down all the Rover work that JUST started rolling in after two weeks of frustrated waiting. Not only can she not help with the bills for a little while, every household chore takes her a jillion times longer than it should - if she can even do it at all. Putting away the clean dishes takes about 20 minutes. Scooping poop is absolutely out of the question.
Luckily, the boys' family has some great friends that are happy to help out. It's gonna be a long 3 weeks, but they're gonna make it through. With Grimm coming home soon, everything is going to be just fine.