So can I tell you that this morning, when I drove to work all by myself in the dark and rain will probably be my favorite part of the day?
The kids woke up late, per usual, and since C works from home on Wednesday he is able to take them to daycare instead of me yelling to get moving and get dressed and stop playing with your pee pee and please eat your waffle. I left reasonably on time and made my way to work in the rain and there was NO traffic (I hear it was otherwise coming the other way to the office, but since I’m usually the one with the traffic I will simply say HA).
I had yesterday off so I could take my mom to her follow up surgeon appointment. It was a disappointing visit because mom hasn’t been able to quit smoking and therefore her reconstruction was put off until some later date that she is able to stop. We went to lunch and then I took her back home and crawled back into my Gilmore-Girl marathoning hole and stayed there pretty much all day (finished season one. People becoming less irritating, might be growing on me).
Henry woke up around 9:45p snotty and uncomfortable and calling for Daddy last night. While the consensus is that I should embrace that I don’t have to take care of these things, it made me a little sad. H was a born at a time when a) C was upset because Spencer was joined at my hip and he wanted a kid that wanted him and b) C was laid off and thus became the primary caregiver/middle of the night waker. Even though he got a job again about six months later, he has remained these things, especially for Henry (S still joined at my hip, unless it involves playing baseball). I am usually okay with his (I already have one attachment) but I enjoy the sick snuggles and it depressed me when Henry wanted nothing to do with me last night while we waited for the Benadryl to kick in (except to wipe his snot on my dress).
Since I took yesterday off, today is bound to be not super great. And tomorrow I’m out of the office for a work thing, so while I’ll be working I won’t actually get anything done and Friday will be today, repeated. Yay!
Also on today’s schedule: my first mammogram. Because of my mom’s early onset cancer, they have decided to smash my boobs for a baseline. I’m resigned to this if not particularly happy about it, but it’s still another thing to deal with. C’s cousin just had a double mastectomy last week at 36, so … yeah, it needs to be done.
And at the end of all this, I’m stopping for Greek salads for dinner. Because I’m not putting my boobs in a vice and then coming home to make dinner. Case closed.
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3 comments:
I'm getting my first mammogram this year. I need to schedule that appointment. I have 5 or 6 appointments between now and January (physical, well woman's, dentist, eye doctor, etc). My boss must think I'm a hypochondriac since I just send him the explanation "doctor's appt". I'm not especially looking forward to any of them. :( Well, maybe the eye doctor so I can get new glasses.
Also, so far I like Outlander, I think. I'm only through the first three chapters though.
No one should have to make dinner after having their boobs squished. And with that said, I had mine last year and I was like "this is it??" Piece of cake.
I just hope that's what I say after my first colonoscopy, but I should still have some time before that one.
We just talked about the whole "daddy's buddy" thing last night at my mom's group. I LOVE that Brady has made a fantastic connection with Mike, but it's still so hard. Maybe for me, since I stay at home and handle the ugly stuff with Brady, I want him to choose me at the end of the day to tuck him in.:)
I've got quite a few mammograms under my... um... bra? Belt doesn't seem appropriate here. (First at the ripe age of 23... yikes!) As a person who is a pretty small size in that area, I have to say it's not very comfortable. I felt like they were pulling my back fat into the machine in order to get SOMETHING! :) So if you are any size bigger than small, you shouldn't have a problem :)
And I agree NO ONE should have to make dinner. In fact... someone else should be making a feast for you. And top it off with a nice fatty dessert.
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