"Son, I am not a kleenex. Please stop wiping your nose on me. And sneezing on me. And coughing on me".
I said that a few times this weekend. Poor little guy coughed so much that he threw up. I was trying to be sympathetic Mommy when part of me was screaming inside, "No! I can't be sick on Friday!" So far, I've just been a little sick. If I can just keep it from turning into something bronchial. As of yesterday, I'm not to take any vitamin supplements (like anything I would normally take to fight off a cold) or anything with advil in it (like Advil cold and sinus - my normal cold savior).
I survived the h*ll weekend. One hockey tournament. Check. One puppy mermaid cake. Check. One birthday party with little girls. Check.
The birthday party was amusing. The girls wanted to play the Wii. When the boys play, they fight over the remotes and often fight each other in the game instead of playing cooperatively. When the girls played, they fought over who got to be Princess Peach. I swear, they spent more time dressing up their characters than they did actually playing.
My goals this week: Laundry, more pureed foods, and cleaning up my recovery bedroom. I also need to write a schedule for my husband. He does better when I write things down (plus, when he disputes it later, I have it in writing!) I've got a few things to do at work. I have to hand over the equipment manager job for the hockey team. Then, I can collapse and "enjoy" my surgery.
Honestly, if the hockey coach asks me one more time how I'm doing after my surgery....Do I look like I've had surgery, buddy? When I've had surgery, you'll know it!
I have two food cravings this week. I really like cheese and my husband brought home a very nice Havarti last week. I don't think I'll get much cheese for the next several weeks. (Cheese that has melted or been inserted in another dish does not count). My other craving is Cadbury Easter Cream eggs. Yum! They are hard enough to eat with braces. This surgery will keep me out of both the leftover Valentine's candy and the Easter candy.
If the Easter Bunny brings me a pureed Easter Cream Egg, I shall not be amused!
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