Back Home Again

Deb from Postcards from the Edge did a Fix-it Friday post so I wanted to make sure she got a linky. She is funny. Go read it.

We survived. Well, Little Man survived. I am feeling a wee bit weak and overused. The nurse asked me if I needed anything. I asked her for a valium, but she didn't give me one. The boy? He ate two bites of popsicle and they decided that was enough. So they sprung us. Getting out was a bit of a circus, since Little Man had to pee and he refused to use the toilet and instead insisted on a urinal, which he then proceeded to insist he had to take home. They got a wheelchair, but he decided he wanted a wagon. I had told him he couldn't have McDonalds unless he drank his gatorade. So he drank it on the way home so he could go to Micky D's. We hit the rush hour traffic as I predicted and he was really good in the car watching his movies until he dropped a french fry and was shrieking at me to get it for him. Did I mention it was rush hour? Yeah, that part was really unpleasant. He was screaming that he wanted his french fry and I was screaming back, "be quiet! I can't get it, I am driving, you need to wait til we get home!" And he in turn would scream for his fry and we continued back and forth like this for the last 30 minutes of the drive. He is currently being entertained by Bald Man, but I expect the screamage to commence again at any point. Oldest Son called and asked for us to babysit. I just gasped weakly for a minute and then said no, maybe another day. He had forgotten that Little Man had surgery today. He remembers now. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.