Keeps the doctor away! Maybe I should have eaten more apples. I am having surgery on Monday morning and I'm posting this so no one can say, "Why didn't you tell me?!" Okay, so I'm probably the only person to whine about not being told stuff, but I'm just covering all my bases.
Dan is going to be gone on Monday and the surgery is at the Moscow hospital. I admit, that is what I'm most nervous about. I'm not entirely sure where the hospital is, and I'm not entirely sure what my surgeons name is. I realize these are two rather important things to know, but I'm a little bitter about this whole thing. I'm also very nervous for my babysitter. Cole still won't take a bottle, and she'll have my kids until they let me come home. I feel really bad for her, but very much appreciate that she is willing to help me out!
I'm trying to explain to the kids what is going to happen, but they just don't get it...and they really shouldn't have to so there you go.
We are busy packing up everything, and it's really getting on my nerves. Nothing is clean and it's really annoying to me. The poor kids are bored because I packed up all their toys except for a few and so they are getting into things that they shouldn't, and that makeds me upset as well. Sigh, it will all be over in a week and a day...but who's keeping track?! :) But I'm determined to have everything packed up so when people come to help us move it is fast and slightly less painful than it could be. I'm really itching to deep clean, but I can't until I surface clean, and I can't until everything is packed up...and by then I'll not be in the mood to clean at all. I admit it is a weird state for me to be in in the first place.