Do you ever breath a sigh of relief? I did. Just now.
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been crazy busy. I’ve been to Target at least 40 times. I’ve been to the post office three times in the last week to mail packages. I’ve had my parents come to visit, celebrated my husband’s birthday, gotten a new car, had the dogs groomed, gone to a fabulous dinner with my husband’s staff and colleagues, and last night I even went to see the musical Wicked (which was excellent by the way!)
But I’ve been in a serious rush to get everything done by today. Tomorrow we head down to UCLA for the Cheese’s pre-op appointment. It’s finally time for his surgery (this will be surgery #3.) So I had to get everything done. Get it finished and behind me before heading to the hospital on Friday.
So as of 3 o’clock today, I was able to breath a sigh of relief. I had done it. Gotten everything done with time to spare. No more packages to mail. No more presents to wrap. No more wondering what to buy…whoever. School’s officially out for us, which means no more lunches to pack or homework to do for a few weeks. All I have to do is sit back and focus on my child, cater to him while he heals, and enjoy the week before Christmas.
When does that ever happen? Never.
There’s just a little glitch.
Yeah, uh-huh. We’re going.
Bundle up, kids and put on your rain boots. There’s a mouse dressed as Santa waiting to see us.