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I HAVE AN OFFICIAL SURGERY DATE.
I'm so freakin' excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll fly down to Texas three weeks from today.
Oh man, and do you want to know the BEST PART?
My parents won't be able to make it up to San Antonio to be with me. At first my mom wanted to me to reschedule for September because she didn't want me in the hospital all alone (I didn't care if I was alone, seriously!!). But of course, I didn't want to wait another two months, so I called one of my best friends down in the Corpus Christi area. She has two kids and is recently divorced. She and her husband share custody. In the summer, they trade the kids back and forth each week. I asked her if she was free for the week of July 18. She said YES and that she would LOVE to hang out with me in a hotel room for a week.
So that's what we're gonna do. She's picking me up from the airport the day before surgery and we'll head straight to the hotel so I can get busy with that lovely magnesium citrate bowel cleanse.
OH, think of the memories we will be making together! There's HUGE potential for some hilarious memories. We have been friends since the age of 11 but I think a bowel cleanse will take us to the next level of friendship. Don't you?
Okay, really---I'm dreading that part. But other than that----I'm super excited about having some girl time ALONE without our children. We'll get to hang out, TALK, and have all kinds of girlie fun just being with each other. No one will be there to interrupt our conversation to
I don't know if I'm more excited about surgery, or that I get 5 days of hanging out with my friend.
Some of you hate words such as "bandiversary," "surgiversary," "jeggings," etc. but I personally love combination words.
SO, since my surgery is also a vacation, a new word needs to be invented. SURG-A-CATION. Or VACURGERY.
Let's just go with surgacation. And, just so you know, Microsoft did not underline either of my words, so that means they must be real words. Right?
Here's a picture at Mesa Verde. Right before my 3 year old dropped his Lightning McQueen sippy cup over a cliff and had a total meltdown. Which was right before we had to turn around and leave.