It's Father's Day. We spent the later morning and early afternoon on our boat - which has not been in the water in four summers. It's hard...having a boat and living on a lake where there are hundreds if not thousands of people enjoying THEIR boats when yours is sitting in a garage. Granted, we had some legit reasons for not putting it in the water - two of them are named Mason and Easton. Summer babies mean there's not a lot of summer fun had by the Momma...and they don't even MAKE newborn lifejackets. But there were also mechanical issues that kept the boat dry too. But all is well and good now...and it's in. We had a ball today. The weather couldn't have been more perfect...and the boys...well it's pretty safe to say they love the boat and being out on the water almost as much as their parents do.
Yes. The house is a disaster. Yes, I have no less than 8 loads of laundry to do. However, this thought seriously crossed my mind this morning - "If this is your last day on Earth, how more perfect of a memory can you make with the kids". Now granted, I don't expect to have today be it. I'm going to wake up tomorrow sometime around 10am and have new plumbing. Life will go on. However every major surgery has risks and the thought did cross my mind.
The little boys are sleeping at our angel daycare provider's house tonight and Logan is staying with Grandpa and Grandma, as I have to be AT the hospital at 5:30am. Dang, that's early. The fortunate thing is that my surgeon does not require a bowel prep beforehand...which allowed me to have my fun day today - otherwise I think I'd have had a very different memory of today. The little boys didn't even stop to say goodbye to me...they thought it was so cool to be going to Cheryl's at night and having her kids and all the toys all to themselves.
I've been cooking and that part is hard. I made a strawberry pie yesterday - one of my most favorite things ever in the world. The Farmer's Market had Minnesota grown strawberries and I thought I'd make a pie for Phil for Father's Day. Dang that's hard to do without a single lick...not a single taste. I also got up today and made scrambled eggs with bacon and hashbrowns. It looked amazing and smelled even better. Some situations are easier than others for me to overcome food. And after the fact, it feels empowering. However at the time - it sucks. Drinking broth while my family enjoys a Shrimp Pasta dinner is painful.
I'm scared. I'm excited for the outcome and the results that are to come but for the immediate future, I'm scared. I have to take a long shower tonight - doctor's orders - and use a half a bottle of anti-bacterial soap. That's a heck of a lot of soap!!! Tomorrow morning, I have to get up and do the same thing. It cuts down on incision infections and things like MERSA. Gross. Never would have even thought of that as a concern until a friend's uncle died of complications from MERSA. Yup...better to just take the big long shower with all the soap. I'm very distracted and feel like I'm wandering aimlessly around my house doing nothing because I forget my intentions. Craziness.
Anyway - I'll write from the other side. I'm starving but tonight is the last time I'll probably feel hunger. Isn't that weird? Ready for tomorrow and Tuesday to be behind me and life on the other side to begin!!
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