I am alive and well, surgery a week ago Friday was uneventful -- for me. My family, well let's just say there was a lot of sitting around waiting for me to wake up.
You've think by now they would be used this. Certainly all the cranky comments from my beloved husband are any indication - he is - he just isn't happy about doing it. :-)
We all survived, Nana and Pap were here for a week, we ate well, things were tended, and I didn't lift a finger except to ask for something. More evidence I'm coming back as a trophy wife or my dog... frankly my dog would require less maintenance and fewer uncomfortable shoes.
I digress... I am home alone, with Shelby who is also enjoying the day, she's napping off the weekend.
Yes, one week post-op I pack up and head to back to PA, for not one but two events... both of which were less stressful then the build up indicated. First was my in-laws "50th" wedding anniversary. Nice resturant, private room, and a good dinner. My husband... well dealing with his family is a test he never likes to deal with; and the grumbling that accompanied the build up and the trip were completely unnecessary. One question to ponder how does one celebrate an anniversary when there was a gap in which there was divorce papers, and a second marriage and divorce. I guess we aren't counting those... and based upon discussion with the darling husband this is a topic we are not permitted to discuss in in-law company. Eat, drink, and hush up.
Frankly it was a complete non-event. The only thing is of course - I can't keep my yap shut. Neice with 4 kids was telling her half sister D (the one with a future) a story in which she argued in public place, with her mother and sister-in-law which resulted into and I quote "thew my kids dinner all over her F----ing ass - chicken fingers and french fries went flying." After the second f-bomb I told my neice that this was not the time or place for that story. And it wasn't - especially with the language. This was a party - complain about your in-laws privately... like I do. On -line.
It was a good dinner, can't say this family are lively conversationalist... but then again, we don't have that much in common with these folks but all in all a nice dinner. Late night. Probably not such a great idea a week post-op but it was what it was.
Sunday we got moving of sorts, enjoyed breakfast out, and headed to my brother's new home... let's just say thing now and get it over with; my sister in-law W (you remember her she was the reason we had to change blogs...) well darling princess W now has her castle. My poor brother. Nice house, a good place for the girls to play, hang out without overtaking the living room. He took some abuse because he couldn't pull up the football game Sunday... considering the score - and what we heard on the radio -- we didn't miss much.
Frankly, considering we missed W's family at K's party - it started an hour after we left, it was a good thing, I was fading fast. Who starts a party at 5 PM on Sunday?? Darling Bubba had to work today and frankly that was too much day for me. I was sound asleep for the first hour on the PA Turnpike. I was tired. Went to bed and died last night, and it is my plan to take today off. Mostly, I have a lady's group meeting, I'll go to that. My MD Mom is coming to get me because I know darling butthead will in no way be able to get home in time to take me... and the grumpy-ness that will come with - not worth the effort.
I do have on bone to pick with my brother... you don't like the gift Mom gave you - don't be a prick about it... I thought he was a bit grumpy. And very much like my husband, which is why he won't have another surprise gift in his life... pick out what you want Bubba and Aunt Ing will put a bow on it. I hope I am a better gift receiver, even if I don't like something. (Off soap box)
Back to the title... good day to be home, it cool, raining and its the perfect day to be home, in my comfy jammy pants, t-shirt and not dealing with anyone else. Up side the neighbor stopped by, got a card from my work friends, nice to be thought of. AND my girls (most likely one adult) sent me a lovely fruit basket with a pretty plant on it. Very nice, of course I posted on facebook. thanked the girls, will thank the adult with credit card when I find out who it is.
All righty -- off to consider my lunch options. Later - we have time this week... and next.
Have I mentioned that daytime TV isn't all it's cracked up to be???
Later
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