You guys it has taken me this long to re-fucking-hydrate and get the feeling back in my hands.
MY FUCKING GAH if an emotional rollercoaster counted as cardio I could beat the living shit out of that smug bitch Jillian Michaels and then win Miss Universe with my buns of steel.
Alas I have to settle for laying on the couch with Man Flu because as always there is a price to pay for awesomeness (but that is a whole ‘nuther post my friends).
OK. Lets break this shit down.
Monday. Maddie and Steven are having an awesome time in LA and my Dad’s PET scan results come back clear. FALL DOWN DEAD. Then run around the house squealing with tears spurting outta mah eyes because the way the first doctor we saw was talking I was expecting to hear the guy was lit up like a motherfucking Christmas Tree.
I can’t even express the relief.
Tuesday. Full on can’t breathe heart bounding around the room panic attack as I woke up (I guess I had been holding that fucker in a while) witnessed by MPS and he was all ‘damn girl!’ and then Boo happily went to a 4 day camp…
Just said ‘see ya’ and left. FALL DOWN DEAD. Of course MPS took him cause I was in no fit state to put a bra on the right way let alone drive a fucking car, but apparently he just got in the van and was gone with out so much as a wave. This is the kid that we can barely get to leave the damn house.
Wednesday. Still shell shocked with this one. Dad went to the haematologist and the bloods they took at Christmas were clear. No cancer. And in the words of Forrest Gump that is all I have to say about that. Here, anyway. But very very VERY fucking glad that he doesn’t have cancer and I am still topping up that damn water glass every time I think about it.
Damn it, something in my eye.
And then we went out to dinner to celebrate my daddy not dying and had the best meal EVER and I had the most AMAZING fucking dumplings OMGOMGOMGOMG
and then spent the rest of the night crying and writhing in pain in bed but totes fucking worth it. Just look at them. Would do it again.
Thursday. Woke up crying cause I dreamt that Boo was in a cage because he had been abducted (shutup, this is the longest he has been away from home) so MPS called the camp and asked them to text me to let me know he was OK. The camp leader called me and told me all about what he had been doing – he was not impressed at the lack of air-conditioning, totes my kid – and a HUGE weight lifted off my shoulders and I had a big snotty cry and then when MPS came home from work we drove 2 hours to have pancakes for dinner.
Got home at midnight. HUZZAH!
Friday. Boo got home from camp and had an AWESOME time and told me he has decided that he wants to stay the night at his grandparents (a first) and is looking forward to going on holidays with us this year! This is something we have been trying to get him to do for years. OMG THE HAPPY TEARS!
So many things to add to my happy jar in one week.
Lets hope I need to get a bigger jar!