Smiling Mom

Do you ever feel like you are stan­ding still and the world is whir­ling out of con­trol around you?  When you were sober?

Hubby’s sur­gery was Mon­day.  He’d doing fine.  He’s a trou­per really.  He’s in a tre­men­dous amount of pain that the presc­ri­bed drugs barely con­trol.  But each day is slowly get­ting better.

Slowly.

Hubby is a terri­ble sick patient.  When he has the flu, I often want to flee the house for sun­nier pla­ces.  But usually we end up at the local ER for a bit of re-hydration instead.

Suf­fice to say I’d set the bar quite low for Hubby post-surgery beha­vior.  But, ama­zingly, he’s doing really well.  He’s set up in our bedroom with a DVD pla­yer and about a bazi­llion movies that he’s allo­wed to watch without much inte­rrup­tion.  He’s even been able to re-watch that dam­ned movie Blackhawk Down, that I watched once. only once. and will never ever watch again.  and make Hubby quit watching when I am home.  Ya that one.  It’s like he gets a vaca­tion from life, really.  Well except for that throb­bing shoul­der.  But whatever!

Any­way.  Back to me.

Life is crazy.  I’m ten­ding to three see­mingly hel­pless beings all day and all night long.  I’m tired.  And I’m a slave to the clock.  7:00 food, 7:30 meds/kids food, 8:30 more food, 9:00 meds.  10:00 snack 11:30 lunch, 1:00 nap 2:30 more food 3:00 meds, 3:30 snack for kids, 5:00 din­ner, 6:30 get kids ready for bed, 7:00 more food, 7:30 meds/get kids to bed.

Somewhere in there I need to clean the house, do laundry, sho­wer myself, my kids, and my husband.

I need to walk the dog take the dog for a quick bike ride around the neigh­borhood because she’s get­ting pretty board around here and has deci­ded to show her stress by eating full sized rocks and then thro­wing them up the follo­wing mor­ning.  Good times.

I think I need a nap.

I’m snappy.  The kids are bug­ging me.  And they are being com­ple­tely normal.

But Hubby’s doing well.  And he’s been able to watch like 15 movies in the past five days!  How cool is that!

So, he’s sup­pose to begin fee­ling bet­ter by about 6 weeks post-op.

The count down beings.

Only 5 weeks 2 days to go!

But I sup­pose I should just shut up and be thank­ful that I have two strong shoul­ders and no need for sur­gery.  Right?

BWHhhahaha

Please.

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