Summer seems to be slipping through my hands like sands through the hourglass (so are the days of our lives...).
|He hung in like a champ last weekend. It was hot, and we had a long day. (Sundays are play until you lose, and we made it to the championship...with the games running late.).|
|I splurged on some treats from concessions. Popsicles make EVERYTHING better. 💕 We made it through and by the time we got to go home, I don't think anyone really cared that we lost. We were just glad to be getting to go home.|
I spent the rest of the week recovering and resting up for surgery. Turns out it is considered "major" not "minor," but if you ask me...updated technology makes it ALL easier. I went in at 7am, came out of recovery at 9am and went home at 1pm. (I even rode along to baseball practice that evening, so...!!!!!)
Of course, I was, instantly, my typical snarky, literal self. The first thing I remember upon waking was trying to relieve my itchy eyes and the nurse got all panicky/bossy, "No...no...no...no...no...don't do that."
I have to admit her interference annoyed me. I probably rolled my eyes, which may be why she replied, "You can scratch your eyes."
Unfortunately, I didn't completely understand her meaning when I fired back, "Nnnnooooooouh. I CAN'T. You just told me 'don't do that'."
We both laughed when she explained my misunderstanding. Then, someone, maybe her, offered, "Would you like some ice chips?"
I joked, "I'd LIKE a coke."
And would you believe they brought me one? (Actually, it was Shasta, but post surgery...who cares?!!) Matt said it was quite a sight watching them roll my bed into the room, with me laid back and happily sipping on my pop.
|Heading out post op and feeling like I was breaking out of jail. I promise...they SAID I could leave!!!|
I have been taking it pretty easy, while trying to keep myself from going insane. Making good progress on the cross-stitch, and the baby hats are rapidly multiplying. I try to get up and do one or two simple things here and there, just so I'm not sitting around all day. I am really hoping to be back to normal-ish at the one-week mark. So far, it doesn't seem an unrealistic goal. I just wish I were as mentally and emotionally strong as my body is physically!!
I did skip out on the Father's Day baseball tournament. I'm glad Matt has been home a few days to cover things for me. And I'm glad I am able enough to function with the minimal support of the kids.
|This team is so thoughtful!! They planned out the sweetest Father's Day gift...a baseball signed by the team. 💕|
And speaking of kids...the day before, we were talking about my upcoming surgery (and the fact that I had to have a crown put in the same week). With the deepest of sympathy, in a most genuine tone, Evan asked, "Will you buy me a toy...since you're having such a hard time?"
Oh, my...I am FEELING the love. 😂
The fact that he asked about the shipping details of another toy order, when I first walked in the door from surgery, solidifies the fact that I OBVIOUSLY understated what I was going to endure. Ah well...if there is one thing I can offer them - one area where I don't tend to be brutally honest - it is ALWAYS in reference to my own risk and pain. They just need to know I am ok, so that is what I am going to be...and that's all they really need to know.
|*No children were injured in the distribution of this Father's Day Gift.|
I don't exactly feel like the best daughter and wife. My dad got a text, and Matt considers having me home and safely recovering his Father's Day gift.
Thank God, we have a growingly self-sufficient 20 yo who managed to pick up for him the only thing he asked for...a metal rake. (He is a minimalist at heart, I know it.) I think you can clearly see his joy.
We get by.
Barring (and praying against) all unknowns... I believe I have survived the hardest part of my summer, and I am grateful. Perhaps it will be all peace and joy from here on out...
|Whatever the "weather," we will continue to endure...|
Together, my friends!
Happy Sunday and may your week be blessed,