Or something like that... the ILs return home tomorrow, so it will be just me & the kids while DH is at work. I know I'll be fine, I just don't feel like dealing with it...
DH and I had a really nice dinner tonight at Abuelo's, grown-up food the kiddos would never touch. It was all yum, and we enjoyed having an hour or so, kid-free. I've no idea when the next time we'll be able to do that will be...
I'm just dreading the next few weeks. Wednesday I'm scheduled for 2 biopsies at the dermatologist, and Friday I go for my scan (again). Then, starting Monday, DH goes on 2 weeks of 8AM to 8PM shifts. That is going to suck because I will have to do all of the driving for the kids -- to and from school, including getting them out of bed in the mornings and breakfasts and packing lunch and all that hoo-ha that DH handles so capably, especially since my surgery.
So I have to get into a routine of actually going to bed at a decent hour (before 11PM) so I can get up with the kids and be functional. Yep, like that's gonna work.
I've decided I'm not going to send "stuff" to anyone that I have to wrap or pack or ship myself. If I can order it and have it sent directly, I will. Other than that, it's gift certificates, except for in-person gifts. I have some things to return but then after that, I'm going to avoid shopping except for the peewees and DH, and that I can do at a fairly leisurely pace, I hope.
I love the Christmas season, I really do. I just wish I wasn't feeling so about-to-be-squished by everything right now. I hope the scan goes well on Friday because if there are distant metastases I don't really know how I'll take that. I have to keep reminding myself that it does no good to freak out in advance.
Off to bed!
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