I’m still in surgery recovery mode, and still doing well. I’m not in much pain at all, with the exception of the sharp pain that keeps repeating in my ear. The pain meds keep it tolerable, and the nurse said it sounds normal, so I’m not too worried about it. Someone told me the other day that the pain means it’s healing. That doesn’t make any sense to me, but I’ll take it.
My son is turning 7 on Saturday. He is so stinkin’ excited. He’s been counting down the days for at least a week. Probably secretly even longer. We are having a simple party here at home. Since next weekend is Memorial Day weekend, and Saturday the kids have soccer games, Sunday is the day. And yes, I know that’s a tad ambitious given my recent surgery and the fact that I can’t really do much to help, but we wanted to give him a party, and we wanted it to be near the actual day of his birthday. So there it is. Someone called me a daredevil for having a party at home so soon after surgery, but the thing is, I’m not really doing any of the work! Mike is outsourcing the cake (which made me horribly sad at first when I realized I could not make what Luke wanted), and a friend of mine has insisted that she is coming over tomorrow to clean our house, and another friend volunteered to come up with games and keep the kids entertained at the party. Mike set the time of the party for 3 pm, so we don’t even need to feed anyone dinner. Just cake and ice cream. And if it doesn’t rain, the kids can all play outside, so we’re delegating the weather to God. Delegation! What a beautiful word. It’s a strategy I’ve used plenty in the past when I did a lot of volunteering, but don’t get much chance to use it now.