In five days I will be at the hospital getting my surgery....It's going by so quickly.
We told the kids a couple days ago -- it went like this:
Me: Mommy's going to have surgery next week.
I and J: Why?
Me: To help me lose weight.
J: That's cool, I need a permission slip signed so I can go to a picnic at school.
I: Can you make me a lunch before you leave for the hospital?
And then it was life as usual.
But they're 12 and 9, they've never had to worry about anything. I'm the worrier and that's why I kept this from them until it was almost time for the surgery because I wanted to keep them from worrying too much. Not sure if it's because they're boys? or if they've had such a stable upbringing? or it's just not in their nature to worry? Must be nice!
I think I'm going to go with, it's their upbringing and pat myself on the back.
Less than a week.