3 weeks to go! I have to confess...I'm not good at home stretches. If this were a foot race, I would have already asked myself, why the hell am I running? And why haven't I stopped? It's darkest before dawn and when I should be hanging on
I had to hobble like a cripple (my back, remember?) to get to the phone last night. It was the hospital, registering my DH. He has to go back into the hospital, go back under so the doctor can bend his knee. Not another round of anesthesia, I thought. Can't we just work it out at home? Him, with some imported libation in hand, attempting knee bends. What about with a little extra Percocet? Anything but back to the place of near death! I had to walk (well, hobble) away when I realized I was machine gunning all the why questions at my hubby in an unpleasantly high pitched, head cocking voice, and suck it up as "it is what it is". How impossibly stressful! There are some lessons here that I must be missing.
Oh and let's not leave out
FINAL ANALYSIS: I don't think I could trade it all for anything in the world. Thank your for allowing me to vent.
THING 1 & THING 2