I know, I know…its almost Friday AND its a long weekend (and I had really good sex this week) but I just can’t get past the blahs. I have THREE well thought out posts to write and yet finding the time to type them out seems to escape me.
Yesterday was to be my day. Sort of.
Maddy had surgery to replace the tubes in her ears. Simple, fast, no drama. Well, it was supposed to be that way. But the surgery center was clearly overbooked and so the 2 hours I expected to spend away from home (before coming home to write) ended up taking 4 hours. She sat on that gurney with her princess blanket and her kitty and I told her stories. Monster stories, stories of little girls having surgery, variations of Goldilocks. She warmed up to the staff and got sillier and sillier. She’s fine. More than fine. She’s completely unfazed. No two hour nap to recover from the anesthesia, no mopey, weird, drunk preschooler. Just wild and crazy Maddy.
So instead it was our day. We watched some TV. I did some laundry. I chased her around the house (in an effort to hide the fact I was desperately seeking my laptop power cord.) We got pedicures, me melon, Maddy a sparkly, Daddy-friendly pink. We made watermelon grapefruit agua fresca, some amazing banana bread and worked in the yard.
And it was lovely.
But I didn’t get the house cleaned. Didn’t work on my fundraising. Didn’t write those posts, those SEXY TIME posts.
So maybe the blahs are because I’m back here at my desk at work. And not dancing with these cute toes.
That blah is legit. Who wouldn’t want to be hanging out instead of working?
Glad she’s doing well – a friend’s kid had his adenoids taken out yesterday, and was a total wreck coming out of anesthesia…for like 4 hours. I felt so bad for them. So – yay for Mad!
I have some blahs, too. And who wouldn’t rather be dancing than working. Here’s to a better Friday!
I suspect she’ll remember a lovely day with her Mama, though…!
Dude – who wants to sit at the desk when it’s lovely outside…and you can go outside with a lovely girl? Not you, that’s who (or me either!). We’ll be here to read whenever you get the writing done.
I’m glad that she’s doing ok!
I worked in a Pediatric ER and we used to have to sedate our patients. This on medication, we called Special K, was a truth serum. Not only did it make them loopy loop it made them talk about how much they loved their moms and hated their dads for not letting them stay up late at night. True story.
Sorry that you’re back at work…boo
Okay but really good sex and melon toes still happened.
so there’s that.
p.s. I’m glad Maddie did well after anesthesia. My kids were messes after their three different surgeries.
p.s. My feet are so so so bad. I really need a pedicure but they are too ugly to show in public.
The catch 22 of my toes.
Wait – great sex? That’s a HUGE thing. And makes me happy — even if you have the blahs for not being able to write about it.
I’m right there with the blahs . . . I keep telling myself that it’s the 62 hour time sheet that I’m submitting this week, and the bad weather, and the fact that I screwed up my leg and can’t run comfortably, and the fact that schedule changes have turned bedtimes into lessons in avoiding toddler headbutts, and that next week will be better. But I fear it’s something deeper.
So, I’m about to shut down my computer, buy lunch for my wife, and then head on home. Or maybe to the gym. But, I won’t be working, and I’ll actively be looking for my happy.
Well done Mads, and well done Mads’ Mom, even if you’ve got the blahs, because you got pretty toes and good sex.
That’s like winning the overworked mother lottery right there.
Love you!
Hope the Great Sex Great Photos appear in yout next Great Sexy Time post!
P.S. Mad’s is a is a sweetie and destined to be a stunner like her ma!