The 10yo officially became an 11yo on Wednesday.
I had expected my eye surgery on Monday to recover enough that I would be able to celebrate my girl’s big day with her.
Then add to that:
- The last day of school.
- A sleepover to celebrate the 11yo’s big day.
- My sudden urge to write my version of THE GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL (meaning one that doesn’t have a fold-out or scratch-n-sniff section).
- A HUGE announcement for the future of Aiming Low.
- The 14yo’s decision to have a hormonal surge the magnitude of El Nino
I figured that if I was able to bounce right back from the zombie-eye, this was going to be a cake walk.
After a panicked conversation with the surgeon’s nurse that went,” You have to fix this, there might be someone doing something on the internet!”
She answered,” You need to relax because we’re pretty sure this normal. It just takes a while to heal. Oh, by the way? We think your insanity can be treated with drugs.”
In my pain-induced rage I had the Korean mafia kill her cat.
But because I had eye surgery I was half blind. I think I actually ordered her some Korean BBQ.
It still hurts.