So MPS goes in for his second colonoscopy tomorrow, and while I KNOW everything will be fine, the part of my brain that controls my stress reaction is in motherfucking HYPERDRIVE.
Pick two. Or all.
So this morning MPS made up his drink thing and he will be coming home soon to complete his shitkit and I am trying to decide which toilet to banish him to – the bathroom is near our bedroom and I don’t want to hear him all damn night I need my beauty sleep, and the ensuite is in our old room that is now my dressing room (la de dah!) slash guest room slash Maddies bedroom for whenever she wants to come home mummy misses you omg, and doesn’t have a door and I am not fond of my clothes smelling the contents of my beloveds bowel – while eating all of the food in the known universe.
That’s right, as soon as my brain registered that MPS had to fast my stomach has been rumbling.
And I can’t stop eating.
A chocolate iced jam donut for breakfast.
A salad roll for lunch.
Chocolate. Gumballs. His favourite thing in the world Pepsi Max.
Reheated pizza for super early dinner before he gets home…
I MUST EAT ALL OF THE THINGS.
I better make up my mind where I am going to banish him to, because I am pretty sure that I am going to end up like this kid…
I have watched this 5 million times and it still cracks me up.
I wonder if we have any chocolate thingies in the fridge…
Have you ever had a colonoscopy? Did someone fast with you?
It could be worse, I could be eating it all in front of him instead of just blogging about it.