For those of you that have been wondering, Stefan’s nose job went well. I mean it hurt and everything — as it still does — but considering he hadn’t had surgery since he had his adenoids removed at age seven, I think he did pretty well. Seeing as my body is held together with string and duct tape I gave him advice like —
Don’t wear those shoes [lace-up sneakers].
Because I’m going to have to put them on you afterwards and they’ll be too hard.
So he wears his sneakers that have quick-laces. Seriously, I have to beg the guy to get a pedicure since he insists on putting his gnarly feet into birkenstocks all the time but when he has surgery, lace-up shoes are necessary. Needless to say he came home from the surgical center barefooted.
We all caught a cold somewhere along the line so that just added to the cheeriness that is being cooped up in the house with a toddler, an infant, and a guy on narcotics. By Saturday we were ready to kill eachother when a bunch of Katie’s friends decided to play wiffleball. Later they threw themselves on the slip-n-slide in between breaks to eat trail mix for dinner. To everyone’s delight the mud, chocolate, and sweltering heat seemed to put Katie in a more pleasant mood.
My diversion came yesterday while we were driving to my parent’s house for dinner when we stopped at a kid’s clothing boutique that I frequent. They were having an enormous tent-filled clearance sale and I just started making piles of stuff on every available surface. An hour later we left with lots and lots of loot and my spirits much higher (not to mention a three-paged receipt). Today things have normalized — Stefan returned to work, the kids and I ran errands, the pugs misbehaved. Tomorrow I am going to attempt the grocery store again and Katie starts dance classes. Hopefully it will shape up to be a pretty good –albeit hot — week although I must admit, I have some doubts.