My husband had nose surgery earlier this week. He broke his nose several years ago and they had to go in and shave off some cartilage. And now I’m scarred for life and have the heebie jeebies at the thought.
I drove him to his follow-up appointment yesterday because the doctor, Eddie Vedder, had to take the packing out of my husband’s nose. Okay, obviously his dr. isn’t Eddie Vedder but his dr. does share the same last name so there were moments at the hospital when I would hear Dr. Vedder, blah blah blah blah, Dr. Vedder.
Yes, I would look up from my book and around the waiting room every time I heard Dr. Vedder.
So, back to the packing. Why the fuck did I go in the room with my hubby? Why, oh why?! I was looking away and decided to take just one little peek while Dr. Eddie Vedder was picking my husband’s nose and I looked right when this ginormous amount of cotton came out of his nose.
It was more like a regular tampon cut in two.
Now he just can’t breathe very well and Eddie told him it will be 4-6 weeks before he’ll feel a difference. I know how much that sucks for my poor husband.
Let’s see, what else.
I’ve been a really shitty mom this past week. I don’t know what it is but the hummingbird and I are clashing lately. She usually wants her dad since I’m the mean one.
The reason I’ve felt like a shitty mom is because my patience has been thin for the past week. I’ve been snapping more at the hummingbird and I feel awful.
She’s been testing us more and more and more and more…… and it’s driving me crazy. I’ll just ask her to go get some socks on and it will take her forever. Then if I tell her we really need to get moving, she’ll get angry and take even longer to get anything done. She sees it as a game. It’s called let’s see how fast mommy can lose her shit. I try to walk away and ignore it but it’s still been testing my patience.
I have this amazing daughter who’s my love and my world. I’ve been too impatient with her this week when I should be more understanding and really listen to what she has to say. Obviously, there’s no such thing as a perfect parent but I feel like the last few days that the little hummingbird has been in preschool, I’ve finally been able to regroup and work through some of the shit that has me pissy.
I think it’s been somewhat of a struggle for both my husband and I when it came to the hummingbird turning 3. She’s so stong-willed and independent and I have a permanent what the fuck look on my face.
Anyway, that’s been my week. What’s been going on with you? Let me hear it, good or bad. But first, some good……
Ryan Gosling, baby!