Next Friday, we have a 7:00 arrival for a 9:00 procedure. That was supposed to happen last year (IVs were in and the funny little outfit was on, I was looking forward to a nice nap, doctor came in and informed us that the procedure couldn't happen we had a little situation that needed to work itself out - our now 3 month old baby!), the year before (but I didn't want to give up nursing Ernie), and was discovered years ago in New York when I was in the ER a handful of times with gas and heartburn so bad I thought I would die. Finally, after 10-odd years of dealing with oft-excrutiating pain, my gall bladder is coming out.
I'm looking at the floor. There are goldfish on it. Not the slimy kind that go bloob bloob. The kind that the 2 year old drops on the floor. He doesn't get the concept of "we live in the south and that means ants and other creepy crawlies if you leave food on the floor" Yuck. Just last week we survived a home invasion of the creepy crawly kind. Oh wait, that was this week.
I wonder if I will ever regain my sanity, if this really is temporary?
/end of free association rambling post