I woke up this morning without a voice. A sore throat has been brewing for the last 48 hours or so, but since my throat is sore every day (still) after my surgery, I didn't take too much notice. I'd be okay with a little cold and sore throat if, you know, I hadn't just had my tonsils out. Apparently my expectations regarding this throat of mine and surgery were a little too much. I tried to call upstairs to the kids this morning, and I cracked myself up with the pitiful squeak that came out. Several cups of hot coffee, and I've got a bit more volume.
Last night we got news that my grandma was having emergency bowel surgery. When you're 80ish, this is a big deal. My grandpa has Alzheimers so this is also a big deal for him. I've had a good week with little anxiety, but that information combined with a cancer dream kinda messed with my head last night.
I am very much looking forward to our weekend. Korean restaurant tonight to celebrate Rory's homecoming 6 years ago. Tomorrow is a district church youth competition, and we have friends competing so we'll be spending part of the day watching them. Tomorrow night is a girl's night out that includes dinner, dessert, and a play. Sunday is church and then our first quiet Sunday night in several weeks.
It's been a little too chilly to play outside this week, but here is photographic proof from last week's trampoline adventures. This is the first place they go when the weather warms up. They don't do much actual jumping on the trampoline, but they jump rope, wrestle (sometimes in good fun and sometimes in earnest), play football, etc.
Have a great weekend!