Moment of Weakness
I had a bit of a meltdown this morning. I called my mom to ask her if she remember how long it took my brother and sister to recover from Wisdom teeth extraction and the second I heard her voice on the phone I started crying. And then I couldn't stop. I was literally crying to my mommy. I was just so fed up with the pain and frustrated with the healing process that I snapped. It was nuts. Like any good mommy though, she talked me down off the ledge, gave me some good advice and I felt better.
Work tomorrow is still up in the air. If it happens it will only be for half a day. I can't deal with a full eight hours just yet.
I'm secluded up in our attic so that I don't give Kevin the hideous cold I've caught as a result of my immune system being down. The futon is a mess of magazines, wadded up Kleenex, glasses half-full of water, the phone, some dvds, some cds, a pillow, and a quilt I made in high school. It's very college-dormy. But not in a comforting way. Sigh. So, there you have it. Day four. Thanks for those of you who left comments. I love my girls.