Has it really been a week?

It's been a week since I posted and what a week it's been. Monday and Tuesday I was home with a sick kid and bronchitis. Nothing like watching cartoons and wiping your kid from both ends. I find it humorous that I already had a sick kid which I was mopping up snot from, but then the antibiotics give him diarrhea. I just loved that bit of humor. I didn't get much sleep over the weekend and Monday and Tuesday because every time my child makes a noise while sleeping I am hard wired to wake-up.

But the good news is he is on the mend. I am glad too because I don't want him to miss all the cute activities that the preschool has planned. Santa is coming to preschool next week, so I don't have to drag my kid to the mall to see him. Okay, that's a lie, I was never going to stand in line for two hours for my son to have a mental breakdown in some old man's lap. However we will meet the Santa train, and give our gift to a child that needs one, that's my version of Christmas tradition. The railway system that connects the peninsula in the Bay Area stops at every stop and people give their donations to needy kids.

And yesterday I had a Chalazion removed from my eyelid. More stubborn than a stye a Chalazion is a blocked oil duct in an eyelid that can only be removed by extraction. Yesterday was the day that I had my eyelid turned inside out and poked out until it drained its contents. Then with my eye patch, set out into the world. The funny thing about this whole thing is that I had my husband take me because I couldn't drive with the eye patch. Only he was having trouble with the concept of me not being able to drive. Days before I kept reminding him that he had to take me. He was going to work at an Internet cafe while I had my procedure and we were talking about logistics. The conversation went:

Mr. Snarky: "Why don't you just drop me off here and come get me when your done?"
Ava: "Because I won't be able to drive after the procedure"
Mr. Snarky: "Oh yeah. Well, why don't I take the car and you meet me over at the cafe?"
Ava: "Because I will have an eye patch on, and not be able to see. The whole point of you being here with me is because I will not be able to drive"

So I get into the car patched up like a horrible disfigured pirate and he says" Why don't you scoot over and drive while I work". To which I reply, "Mr. Snarky, I have an eye patch. I can't drive". He apologizes "I keep forgetting". Half of my face is covered in gauze and tape and he keeps forgetting?

You would think that being at home for three days this week that my house would be in pristine order, but it's not. It's likes the usual fall out from the week. Which means I can stop torturing myself about it not being clean. Clearly whether we are out of the house or in it, the house is just messy.

Have a good weekend!