This is the week of a lot of things coming to an end....my appointment with Dr Bone, yesterday, went smoothly...and since I have behaved and not put a single ounce of weight on my foot the last 3 months: I will be having surgery to remove pin and screw from said foot on Friday morning at 6:30 am....Why so early, you ask? Well, my sweet little action-packed mini-me will be graduating from Pre School at 9:30. This is the end of life with my baby...I know have a "big girl" that will be entering the world of kindergarten this fall. Plaid Catholic school uniform and all.
So the week of "endings" is really the beginning of the next phase of our lives: I cannot wait to walk....I cannot wait to wake up at 2am, because I am on the verge of peeing in my bed, and be able to go to the bathroom without stumbling around on crutches. I cannot wait to forgo hoping down the stairs praying to the bone God that I do not break my neck. I cannot wait to tail the slow ass tourists driving down 12 in my big black 'hoe. Hell, I can't wait to return the rolly chair to my parents' basement. Good riddence. And action-packed is going to be a big girl....I don't know if I am ready for this. It's not like I haven't already seen the hand on the hip and pointed finger while talking to me. I haven't carried her in 3 months...but I have a feeling I will be able to grab hugs and kisses and hear "Momma/Mommy" for a little while...until she's 13 and I am the evil bitch from hell.
I am hoping to see the light at the end of this proverbially tunnel I have been sitting in for the past 6 months. It seems when it rains, it pours in Masonville...and we are ready for a bright, sun-shiney day. Dammit.
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