Hump day

I remember when I was working in the real world, Wednesday was my favorite day. It was the downward spiral to the weekend and the office was a better place. Every Wednesday, my boss would order a platter from the local Jewish deli- corned beef, pastrami, rye bread, knish, and black and white cookies.

It's sad that I can relate almost everything in my life to food.

Thursday was always Sweet Tomatoes for lunch with the girls. And Friday, I would always meet Joey for lunch near his office.

Now being a stay at home mom, Wednesday means nothing special. Just another day. I don't GET a day off. Ever. Unless you count the annual 3 day trip I take with Ginger every year, I work everyday. Even on the weekends, when Joey is home, I am still working. Laundry, cleaning and wiping small asses never stops.

Joey is working a 1/2 day today and will be home in about 30 minutes. He is staying with our two and the twins while I go for my pre-op appointment. Oh yeah, I am having surgery on Friday. Nothing too major- just having my uterine lining burned off. I am SO done having children and my uterus is serving no purpose other than to annoy me for 7-9 days every month.
So, Friday morning at 7am, I check into the St. Joes Women's hospital to have my uterus rendered uninhabitable by embryos.

Of course, I am scared to death. I HATE surgery, especially the elective kind. Those are the one's that always make the middle pages of People magazine. ' She went in to have an elective nose job and woke up dead. But, at least she died with a beautiful nose.'

Once I get home from the pre-op, I am hoping to clean the house a bit and maybe head to Home Depot and buy some paint. I am officially fed up with looking at the sterile white walls in this house. It's time for color. I am going brave. I am painting the living room CHOCOLATE! I have always wanted walls that looked like they could be licked. I remember as a kid BEGGING my mom to get me the wallpaper from Willy Wonka- you know, the lickable stuff that tasted like Schnauzberry? I guess it was only in Hollywood, because I have never found it.

So, that's my day. Boring. And for that, I am thankful.

My internet friend, Holly, is laying in a hospital bed in North Carolina, recovering from surgery yesterday where they removed SOME of her cancer and put a drainage bag in her abdomen. She's 37 year old and her prognosis is unknown.

I'll take boring any ole time.