My day off on Friday was pretty great. I got up early and took Aria to school (because who in their right mind would keep their kid home on THEIR personal day off), went and got my grocery shopping done, and got some Starbucks all by 10 AM. It was great! Then I went and sat at my best friend's house for about an hour chatting about nothing in particular. It was super great. I stopped at Taco Bell on my home and got some lunch that I didn't have to share with anybody and took my happy little butt home! I binge-watched Gilmore Girls on Netflix whilst cleaning and managed to get nearly everything done that I needed before Dave got home that evening. My mom offered to pick up Aria from school and keep her for the night...what a blessing!
Saturday was breakfast for Dave and I, sans toddler. A nice, somewhat peaceful time at Ihop (y'all gotta try the new white chocolate raspberry pancakes!) Our waitress was a potato, and the manager indicated as much. Home by noon to finish the last tiny bit of cleaning and to cook what I had left for dinner (mac and cheese, bake the potato casserole, get the creamed corn in the crock pot, and make the chocolate chip sour cream pound cake). Family arrived around 330 and it was just a perfect night! Perfect food. Perfect conversations. Even Aria was good...she ate decent, she was well behaved, and went to bed pretty great (and early, too).
We spent the remaining couple of hours playing Cards Against Humanity. It was freaking hilarious and, as suspected, my family was pretty phenomenal at it!
As we were walking back in the house from saying good night to my parents, we heard Aria crying at the door. She freaked out and started screaming as soon as Dave opened the door (she doesn't like for him to be her soother yet). The screaming in the midst of crying prompted her to cough, which triggered her gag reflex. So we spent the next hour or so cleaning up nasty toddler throw up (that thankfully was on the bathroom floor and not the carpet or in her bed) and trying to get her consoled enough to go back to bed. Turns out the initial crying at the door was because the bandaid had fallen off her finger and she wanted a new one.
I spent all day on the couch yesterday (after Dave decided to go to work for the day and earn some much-needed money) feeling miserable. My sinus congestion horribleness has migrated to a full-blown chest cough throat thing and it blows. Of course Aria wanted to snuggle with me to help me feel better, but her version of snuggling is to lay on top of me while never actually holding still. It was miserable. I did continue to binge-watch Gilmore Girls...so that made me feel a little better.
Today is a new treatment week for Dave. I haven't heard anything about his lab results this morning yet, but I'm thinking they should be pretty awesome. He's already feeling pretty low about this and doesn't want to hear anybody say to him "After this one, you only have one more left". So FYI: DO NOT say that to him, he'll probably get mad! I'm less than excited to start this week, as well, as I know the chemo mood swings will be in full bloom this week. My bet is that taking Thursday off and getting treatment on Friday will throw everything off by a several days. We don't know what to expect. We are not excited.
I am, however, going to say this for ME...Thank God we only have one more week of this crap after this one! You can say it to me, I won't get mad.
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This has literally kept me laughing all weekend long!