So the doctor kept saying, "Its about a 24 hour recovery." And at 9pm last night, as I lay, sobbing, in my bed, I was quite certain that he was full of crap. But, here it is, at the 24 hour mark and I feel better than I ever would have dreamed possible. Amazing how that is, right?
I couldn't talk Chris into a guest post yesterday. Which is probably better for me because he would have just told you what a big whiny baby I was being. I think it was allowed though.
The kids are still at my mom's until tomorrow. I have spoken with her (and the girls) multiple times a day. Quinn has been hit or miss as to whether he actually wants to talk or not. Yesterday Mom told me that Q's personality was really starting to shine through. I think that is code for, "Ang, your son is being a jerk." Just sayin.