Yesterday was rough, I was up and on the go at 6:45am, I finally sat down for the first time at 7:35pm. My body was aching, from the stress of the day. When 8:30 rolled around, I told the hubby I was going to bed. He looked at me as if I was nuts we usually stay up till 11ish.
My surgery is just over a week away, I am actually looking forward to it. I can handle a little pain if it means two weeks off work. I am afraid I won't know how to act!
Its funny how as woman/mommy's we make sure everyone else is taken care of, but we often forget about ourselves.
Here's hoping today is a little less stressful, and a little less productive. Who cares if all the house work gets done.