Last time I went to Ireland, Marie, for the first time, remained at home. Her mother came to stay to reduce her anxiety. That was good.
This time, she did better.
This time, she invited her friend Becky to stay with her in the evenings, and decided to stay on her own in the daytime. And Becky doesn't even drive...
It went fine. Just the occasional anxiety attack. A great success.
Then I came back, tired but happy, ready to celebrate her success. Ripe for romance. Keen to canoodle.
But Marie went to bed.
And, for the majority of the time, that's where she has stayed since. She only gets up to eat or to use her laptop.
Apparently, during my absence, Marie had missed two days' medication. Only two days, but it was enough to wreak havoc. All the side effects of her medication began again.
We've been through this before. The side effects fade after a while and then disappear. It takes 1 - 4 weeks.
In the meantime, it's up to me to hold everything together. I attend to the domestic duties, chauffeur the children (who are brilliant and as supportive as their tender years will allow) and look after my business. The typical parent in a single parent family with two young children. Somehow I also fit in looking after Colm's needs and acting as an agony aunt to sad separated Colleen, hormonal expectant Collette, worried Jenna and Carla who has new job insecurities. I'm a busy, busy boy.
Today Marie looked a little better and got up before lunch time. I hope the worst is over.