Bubble Gum

I could try to re-cap the past few days, but that would take me a sweet forever and well .... I could quite possibly burst into tears. So instead, I'll just say, "Hello, Tuesday. I'm glad to finally see you. I wasn't quite sure I would make it".

We're gearing up for my sweet girl's surgery on Thursday, and I'm going to go ahead and say something completely shallow and selfish. No, it's okay, you can agree with me. A tonsillectomy seems completely routine when it's someone else's child. But, when it's mine, the situation seems bigger ... scarier.

There I said it.

Shallow and selfish.

Maybe it's because Eric is in another state .... an airplane ride away. Yes, I knew he would be.

But, that makes me feel a little alone, and I hate even typing that because that will make Eric feel terrible.

God will sustain us.

The past week has been one of the most stressful I can remember, but not without it's high points of laughter. O has been an unusual handful. Maybe it's all the hotel rooms and confined spaces. Maybe it's being 5 ("a whole hand", she says). I don't know what the reason, but a handful, nonetheless.

I notice she is never still unless she is sleeping. Never. I watch her, so I know. She isn't.

We left our guinea pig, Hershey, alone while we went on our trip. I was assured by a friend he would be just fine since we were gone for such a short time. We loaded his food tray before we left. It's just that we've never done that before and well, let's just say, Hershey is a tad bit spoiled. He enjoys a good bit of finely chopped spinach, carrots, apples and grapes every night. He is well-kept. That, and the fact that he is smitten with E. He hears her walk through the door (mind you, he's upstairs in the bonus room), hears her voice and he starts whistling until she comes up to get him out of his cage to hold him. Spoiled.

We were almost home yesterday when Eric said, "I know Hershey will be glad to see us". E said, "I bet he is starving!" O said, and without any expression whatsoever, "Hmmm ... he's probably dead".

She never cracked a smile.

(By the way, he's alive and well and happy to see E!)

O's sense of humor is .... well, it could be like mine, but the thing is, I'm not sure she tries at all to be funny. She's just brutally honest. Which makes me want to crawl into the nearest hole most of the time.

She went with me to E's anesthesiologist appointment this morning and listened intently to the doctor explain to E how he would put her to sleep for surgery. He told her he would put a mask over her face and she would smell gas that smelled like bubble gum. Once she smelled that a few times, she would be asleep.

O said, "Hmmm ... that's weird. My gas has never smelled like bubble gum."

It was then I wished Eric was sitting in my place and I was sitting on his airplane.