Today I was tired. Bone tired. I decided (grumble, grumble) to use my wheelchair in the house. In the old house this was a miserable endeavor. The rooms were carpeted, crammed with furniture, doorways were small, etc. It's why I wanted to move before my surgery. Everything's different here.
The floors are tile, the rooms are open, and the furniture fits properly. The very best part though is the back bathroom. I can fit through the doorway! Amazing. I wheeled right up to the toilet and sink. Further proof that we're where we're supposed to be.
I simply went about my day in my wheelchair inside the house. It was liberating to know I truly have that choice. I started thinking about inviting my paraplegic mommy friend over for a play date. It wasn't option in the old house. For those of you who remember that post she's the one from the "we have wheels instead of feet" trick or treating incident. I have an accessible house and didn't even know it.
I took a nap when Riley slept and when I got up I had ants in my pants. I took Isaac on his bike and Riley on my lap to the bike trail. It was really nice. Shady and busy with bikers, but no cars to avoid. We took the trial all the way to Boo's neighborhood and then stopped in to play. It was a relief not to think about moving for the day.
We got a ride home later to our wonderful new home.
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