Dh's surgery went well. He's home and resting, though I'm not sure how much rest he's actually getting since the rest of us have the galloping-never-getovers.Who planned for us all to get sick at the same time as his surgery? I didn't order that.
It's been interesting to see how we (the girls and I,) interact while he's hanging out. There's lots of noise and mess making, and he's usually at work, so he's a little out of his element. Now he's in the middle of it and it's kind of humorous. Though at one point today, he decided to teach quarter pint how to say "Redrum." I counteracted that with putting the BK "New Moon" crown on her head. Now we're equal on the creeped-out-ness.
So now I'm staring at my abandoned edits wondering when I'll be able to get back to them. They're so lonely. But I'm so desperately full of snot and tiredness.
I'll get there.. eventually.
