Way Behind

Life sometimes just throws you a wrench and it messes everything up.

Case in point: having your appendix taken out and being forced to recover slowly from it.

Normally I am a do-it-all kinda gal. I do all the laundry, I cook and clean, I run the household. I rarely ask for help because I like doing all these things on my own. Sure, my husband is a huge help to me but I'd rather him come home from doing his thing to play with the baby, not shuffle laundry from one room to the next. That's how I like it and I don't mind it.

I get it from my Dad, he can't sit still to save his life.

So when I'm forced to sit still, I get cranky.

When I can't even bend down to pick up a discarded toy, it drives me bananas. The other day Roo dropped a Hot Wheelz on the floor and I was in bed and stared at it in the middle of the floor wishing I could hop up, snatch it off the floor and toss it in the toy box (She refused to pick it up and ran from the room when I voiced needing a little help). But nope, I was forced to sit in bed and listen to the damn toy taunt me because I couldn't do what I wanted.

It's slowly getting better. I can bend over a bit, I'm not in a lot of pain and I can shower all by myself... like a big girl!

I wasn't even this helpless after having my c-section.

But I'm trying to stay positive. It's been a full week, I'm off the pain meds and I can transfer laundry from the washer to the dryer (it's only one piece at a time, but damnit I can do it!).

Plus, the bandages (which look like big pieces of packing tape) are starting to come off and I'm so thankful for that because they are ITCHY.

So Woo Hoo for that, right? :)