You other Moms - do your kids and husband live like animals when you're sick? Once I'm thinking clearly I get a good look around and marvel at how fast things degenerate without my consistent nagging. Proof that I really am the heart of this family, and I need to get healthier so I can keep my job. The other sad thing about being a Mom is that folks don't take CARE of you the way you do when THEY are down and out. Don't get me wrong. Johnny C brought me my drugs, and brought home so chicken fingers. But they aren't a MOM and don't do it like a MOM.
Right before surgery, when the anesthesiologist is listing my medical maladies, it dawned on me that I'm now a cliche. A boring fat midwestern female cliche, with the requisite GERD, sleep apnea, etc. At least I'm not diabetic . . . yet.
This is not a good realization right before Christmas Cookie Season! Tomorrow is my annual cookie day with MG, followed by a cookie exchange with the Minnesota Bloggers. So maybe I'll start making better choices on Sunday, Yeah Sunday, that'll work.