Thank Goodness!

I literally could not get out of bed Friday morning. Thank goodness Brian was off and took care of the morning routine.

My post-op appointment was Friday morning, and we were supposed to spend the day together; it was Valentine's Day, you know.  Instead, I got a doctor-ordered protein shake on the way home and then slept for 3 straight hours. And then I slept until 10:00 Saturday morning. Thank goodness Brian says we'll just reschedule our Valentine's Day together.

I had big plans to surprise the kids heart shaped pancakes and all kinds of fun heart shaped things. Instead they requested waffles and I was out of eggs and syrup. I guess that's what happens when you haven't grocery shopped in something like 2 weeks. Thank goodness they were so hyped up on their school Valentine's Day events to even notice that our family events were nil. Camden and I stayed up late watching Olympics while Rory and Brian snored on the floor.

My ENT says I had one of the worst pairs of tonsils he's ever seen. Thank goodness I finally woke up this morning feeling like a new woman.

The kids decided they didn't really want to do Valentine's Day cards (it was optional) for school this year . . . until the last minute, of course. Thank goodness for pinterest and a very easy mustache/lip project. The whole family pitched in and spent a mere 2 hours cutting everything out and getting them ready. I hear they were a hit.

I'm just assuming every mother and wife puts heavy pressure on themselves to make memories. Add to that living with cancer and the ever-nagging thought in the back of my head that maybe I won't be around for the next holiday, and the pressure is pretty intense. Thank heavens my kids don't think about that and certainly don't feel that their holiday was any less special than someone else's even when my plans all fell through.

And, seriously, thank goodness I'm finally starting to feel more like myself.