Saturday, February 28, 2009

Feeling better... and OMFG, what WOULD they do without me???

Today I've surfaced...

That is, the antibiotics have finally started doing their job and the pain has receded enough that panadeine is ACTUALLY being effective and so I'm able to notice more than just the haze of endless pain and the dire needs of my four month old (OMG, he's FOUR months old already, he's growing so fast, and so much of this precious time is being coloured by this stupid gall bladder of mine, it's just cruel!)...

I have to say, coming out of the haze hasn't been a pleasant experience...

I woke up to much bitching and whinging - and that was just Dave... Poor guy, I know he's had a lot on his mind, what with me being sick, him not being able to go to work on Friday and leave me with two kids, having to go for his first driving licence (OMG, AGAIN!!! Can you believe it!!! It finally happened, he DROVE!!! There should have been fireworks!!!)... But, sheesh man! I realised this morning that should the VERY UNLIKELY happen and I died during or after this operation, these boys of mine would be a MESS! I mean that both figuratively and quite frankly, literally as well.

The house was a shocker! There wasn't a clean dish to be had, the washing was competing with Mt Everest, and it looks like a toy tornado had barrelled through our loungeroom...

I'm afraid me being better wasn't a pleasant experience for my boys, big and small... I did a fair bit of yelling (ok, considering I hadn't done any in nearly a week, I'm sure I didn't surpass my weekly quota, just used up a big deal of it)... There was a fair bit of, "Do I have to tell you EACH and EVERY THING that needs to be done around here???" And, "Why am I the ONLY person who ever FINISHES a job around here - honestly the bin is ON THE WAY from the toilet to ANYWHERE in this house, so why is there a roll collection on the cistern???"

Look, I did make an effort to make up for my tyrade, we had a lovely round of Monopoly once the house resembled a home again (and not the squalor it was rapidly descending into)... Erik even won for the first time in the history of this family playing (it's only be a few weeks, but this is now a weekend tradition that we're all loving)...

You know, it's not until I'm incapacitated that we all realise just how much I do around here. Even though Dave and the big boys do A LOT, they really do need me to organise and supervise them, and to finish what they start (and so often don't manage to finish)... I've got to stop thinking that I don't do much around here, because evidentally, if I wasn't around, they WOULD live in squalor, and they'd be at each other's throats all the time as well...

LOL, hmmmm, I'm not shedding the best light on my family, am I? We're alright though, when the house is tidy and clean things tend to run very smoothly and we're all fairly nice to one another... Mostly...

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