My first weekend as a stay at home mommy wasn't filled with cleaning as I imagined. Sure, I did the everyday stuff... Dishes, laundry.
I also got the kids together for my baby brother's graduation party.
He's 11 years younger than I, and he just graduated from highschool last month. I couldn't be more proud of him!
It was pretty neat being kind of a second mom to him growing up. He taught me a lot about the way kids work. We shared a room for the first 5 years of his life and he was always at my heels. Whenever I was studying for a test he was there next to me, asking questions about the text I had my nose in that day.
He was the first kid I babysat for on a regular basis.
Playing video games with him taught me to let the little guy win every now and again... Eventually. This was after I would mercilessly beat the crap out of his character.
He has never let me forget it, and always asks if I want to play whatever new game he has just acquired and mastered.
Today was different. I made sure that Z had a full belly and got some food on my plate. I grabbed a seat at the living room table to eat while Z was content with mom (nee ma). Russ came in and sat next to me, which was rare anymore as he is really starting to take after my dad's antisocial tendencies.
We talked mostly about my friends from highschool and he ribbed me a lot about old boyfriends. We laughed and laughed! It's the most fun that I have had with my brother in a long time! It was a little glimpse into the past... A peek at the relationship I hoped that we would have when we were both grown.
Thanks, big guy, for making me a very proud, happy sister today!
So... as of the 26th of October, I am gallbladderless. Seriously, that organ can suck it... she was no friend of mine. The aftermath has been an eye opening situation. I feel tons better than I really should days after surgery. Needless to say, I am finding out what my limitations are very quickly. I cannot carry laundry baskets. I cannot walk thru Michaels for yarn then survive the rest of the day without a nap. I also can't hang out with my daughter alone for 3 hours without requiring a nap. I kind of feel like a really old lady.... that is awesome and not nauseous and can eat whatever the hell she wants! I'm trying not to get too excited about getting back to running, and just concentrating on feeling better. The recovery process has also held some sadness. I finally realized how bad I had been feeling on a daily basis... how sick I had become over the course of a year. A dear friend told me before my surgery, "You have a rotting organ insid...
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