Yesterday was bad.
Today was better.
I did, however, have a mini-meltdown, just as about 20 people that we know (and love) showed up at our door Christmas caroling. It wasn't the cheeriest timing ever. I managed to hold back my tired/hurting tear-fest until they all left the porch, then snapped at poor Halle and promptly burst into tears.
Since I was wearing the world's ugliest bright pink poncho when they all arrived, (over my pajamas, because I'm sexy like that), I just tucked my head into my poncho, continuing to cry as John injected me with my long-overdue (massive) anti-inflammatory, and waved my family away, telling them (forcing them) to go and join the carolers and leave. Just leave!
Nice, eh?
But that was definitely the low point of the day. For the most part, it wasn't too bad. I am pretty much off pain meds. (Unless I have to um, have a bowel movement . . . TMI, I know . . .but just think back to those times after delivering your babies and you knew that you couldn't delay the inevitable poop-fest any longer! It's horribly similar. Just saying.) I went a little too long without the anti-inflammatory, but considering that I certainly didn't want to inject myself with them, and John was out of town, I didn't have a lot of control over that. Catching Dylan's cold was really crappy luck, because coughing? When your insides are all freshly stitched up? Not fun. Nope, not at all.
So yeah, as long as I don't cough or poop, I'm doing OK.
Moving right along . . . thankfully . . .
Dylan's team won their tournament. Wish I could have been there, but there would have been no way I could have made it up there, or managed to sit on bleachers all weekend either.
Our Shannon and Auntie Karissa did a fabulous job taking care of me while the boys were gone. We also managed to have fun. And do crafts. (Karissa's favorite thing ever! Not!) Pictures tomorrow. But for now, bed. Hey it's the first day I haven't napped all week! I'm tired!
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