This two week delay before surgery has taken its toll on this family.
Terry is still going to work.
Since he passed all of his work over to his coworkers, he thought he'd have an easy two weeks extra. Nope. Every problem that could happen has happened and Terry is busy fixing everything. I think he feels a little like Dante in Clerks - "I'm not even supposed to be here today!"
I'm still cleaning the house and taking care of the kids.
I don't even feel the need to sew. I don't think my hospital robe is going to get done. I'll buy one at West Edmonton Mall when I arrive. Too tired to do anything. Tawny Bee is now closed. Sorry for the lack of warning. I'm just done. And too tired to care.
Logan is still going to school.
Due to his anxiety, we spent the past month prepping him for having a mommy in the hospital and then a mommy recovering at home. He was ready... and now... we wait... and it's getting to him. He's been acting out and tantruming more than usual. I had to pick him up and strap him into the double stroller just to get him to school today. He won't let mommy out of his sight. Not for a minute. Really. I can't even go to the bathroom without him in there bugging me. He knows something is up and he's tired of waiting for it, so he's latched himself permanently to mommy's leg. I had to leave him screaming at school today because I need a break. *cry*
We were all ready for this two weeks ago. Now we're in stasis. I can't get up the energy to do anything. We've been eating out constantly. I sit and watch Netflix rather than do any more work.
This is the scene at our house every evening. Tired family waiting... waiting... waiting...
We were supposed to be coming home today. Instead we wait... *sigh*