I woke up tired yesterday. Miss Roo had climbed into bed with me during the night. Normally, I turn her away, but I was too tired to object. At some point she woke up and said "I want to go back to my fancy bed." So, I helped her down. In the morning Mike asked if he had dreamed Riley was in our bed. Jerk. I wish I could sleep through bed invasions. I got up and got Riley and I ready to go to my appointment. It was pre-surgical counseling day.
Then continuing his jerk-y commentary (even though we discussed it twice) Mike asked "Where ya going?" Nice. We got there at 5min till the appointment and waited over 45min to be called. The actuall discussion took about 10min. Old Ortho even stopped by (Whoa!). All the papers got signed. As usual hours later I thought of other questions.
We made an appearance at girls coffee rather late and then rushed home for a late nap. I had crackers for breakfast. When I got home I tried to persuade Mike to get me some McDonald's fries, but it didn't work. I ate leftovers for lunch. I "rested" about 10min when Isaac was bursting loudly through the front door.
The kids were demanding as all get out in the afternoon too. I'm super aware of how early I need to be up (4am to be to the hposital by 5:30am) and how much we're disrupting the kids' routines. Having surgery is a bit like taking a plane somewhere post 9/11. You have to be insanely early and jump through lots of hoops. Except instead of then being whisked away to some tropical vacation spot that open you up and mess with your guts. I guess it would be like if you went through all the stress of boarding the plane and then they dropped you into a volcano for your trouble.