A new day. it is snowing hard here, though I don't know how long it will last or if it will amount to anything, but it is nice to see. I have had a decent day and am blogging before "crazy lady" takes over....lol. (i'm really not crazy....) I got to go in to school today and chat with Finding Normal,( we totally need to get together outside of time constraints) man it's wild to talk to someone you feel like you've known forever but haven't really. As I was about to leave, I noticed a teacher going down the hall with turkey and noodles....my one and only all time favorite school lunch, you know mashed potatoes, yeast rolls...mmmm, (wonder why I'm overweight?) I decided to day would be a good day to have lunch with one of the kids. Isabelle highly enjoyed it and I did too. It's interesting to see the whole process. I've never been a fan of the school lunch since my kids have been in school, I don't think elementary school kids should have all those choices. Plate lunch....that's my opinion.
I'm almost finished with Lillian's quilt that I started when I was pregnant. Just the rhythm of stitching helps me relax. Also, I'm dreading the upcoming surgery. Palate repair...*shudders at the thought* Mostly I'm dreading the hospital stay and the whole anxiety of feeling like I'm sending my sheep to slaughter. So far, nothings been as hard as her heart surgery. There's a story. As I was headed to the hospital, I got pulled over by a cop for running stop signs...didn't even know I had. I could not stop crying at her bedside. So not a good time.
I wish the supper fairy would come and make dinner at my house tonight and do some cleaning. Who has good recipes?? I'm tired of making the same things over and over again. I'd also like to shout out to any trach parents out there...how do you get through bath times??? I am finding bath time exceedingly more difficult. I feel like I'm going to drown her. Do you know how hard it is to not get water in that area? Washing hair trying to avoid it? Open to any and all suggestions.
Ok, crazy lady moving in...oldest gets home from school wearing the same jeans as yesterday....HELLLLOOOO
Oh yes, in my sane moment I realize why my baby is cranky....ora-pred. Nasty, nasty drug.