Men are Such Whiners

Mr. G had his surgery Thursday. He came home in a drug induced haze and my mother handed him a bell to ring so he could summon me. The ringing of the bell was unpleasant but very likely felt about 8,000 times better than my husband’s head did after being cut open. As much as that bell irritated me, my husband never did. Maybe I live in an alternate universe but I’m really surprised when the first things folks expect to hear from me is that my husband is a …

Small Surgeries With Big Outcomes

My husband had always sniffled a little more than most. It wasn’t until he took a baseball to the nose that the sniffling and breathlessness was completely out of control. Little League broke my husband and only a talented surgeon could unbreak him. In keeping with his general Type-A personality it took a lot of work to schedule his surgery. In addition to all the pre-op requirements we then had to make a last minute maneuver to go from an 8am start to a 1pm start. Why? Well, my beloved …

Jane is About to be Grounded for the Rest of Her LIFE

Earlier this week I got an email. Here is the exact text: Hi! Just letting you know that Jane volunteered for the 6:45-7:30 shift at the pancake breakfast.  If this is a problem, please let know! I’ll leave the front gate popped open so people can get into the school. See you then! What am I supposed to say? Perhaps, “Listen if you want Jane on your doorstep before 7am may I suggest a sleepover at school?” Or maybe, “Sorry, that’s when we milk the cows.”? After setting three alarm …

Someday I’ll Tell You About Kenmore

Traveling to Chicago in the winter is a bear. It’s cold and the traffic is miserable. If there’s only one thing you ever learn from me in your entire life let it be this: There is a train station in O’Hare Airport. Use it. I was really happy to meet so many women who I’ve followed online for years. One in particular is Bobbie who had a very serious accident on her way home. Of course I was happy to be with new and old friends but after coming home …

Surgery Day: Stuffed Bears, Smiling Nurses and Nausea

First off, there’s a little business to take care of. I was thrilled to be able to send out this screenshot to Josh over at Dad Street. I seldom do giveaways because I’m lazy and it makes me very happy that a parenting blogger has won. That was sort of the end of the joy today. Alexander had surgery at 10am, which is quite late in the world of general anesthesia. I’m happy that the time got pushed up so late because Mr. G wisely canceled his 2pm meeting in …