So I haven't left the house since I got home last Thursday.
I feel like a big lump. A big lump in yoga pants. Mentally, I am ready to bust out of this place, but physical...man, physically, this recovery is kicking my rapidly-growing-from-sitting-all-the-time bum. And it's one of those things were the less you do, the less you feel like doing. I feel like a big leach that just limps through the house slowly, grousing and mumbling and sipping coffee. I'm sure my mother is loving this.
And I'm a big grump, I'll admit it. There is nothing worse than feeling off physically, and due to my maturity, I like to take it out on everyone around me. (again, cue my mother sighing heavily). Poor Scotty decided to refuse his almond butter and jelly sandwich yesterday, and I was practically shooting him daggers from across the kitchen. I don't think fifteen month-olds are used to moms recovering, and he just looked at me with a mixture of confusion and fear. Nice, Kim, nice.
I also thought about detailing the story of CatheterGate, Part Deux, as well as a whole blog entry about poop, and then it hit me: do I really want to overshare? I mean, really? The thing is, I'm not exactly sure who is reading this. You could work with my husband (which will make for a very uncomfortable exchange at the upcoming holiday party) or maybe you went to high school with me. Do you really care to read about bodily functions? No. So, maybe one day I'll discuss the aforementioned topics, but for now, I'm going to cling to my last few shreds of dignity.
I do want to acknowledge and thank everyone who has called, sent flowers, cards, and gifts. Wow, I didn't know fibroid surgery warranted such a lovely reception, but our house has never smelled better from all of the lovely bouquets (or the LOU MALNATI'S PIZZA...YUM!) Everyone has been so kind and I apologize if I haven't returned your call...like I said, I'm just a big grump right now with unwashed hair, that steno-surgery tape stuck all over my belly, and morning breath. I really have nothing to report so I'm just going continue my self-imposed hibernation.
Really, the only thing that has made me smile in recent days (aside from LOU MALNATI'S PIZZA...did I mention that?) is the announcement of Prince William and Kate Middleton's engagement. EEEEEE! I have no idea why, but this just make me deliriously excited. Royal wedding? Hell yes! They are both such well-scrubbed, shiny, pretty people and I adore her fashion sense, so I can't wait to see what the next few months yield. I even forced Brian to watch Dateline's "A Royal Love Story" last night, and my mom and I were ooh-ing and aww-ing throughout the piece. I even read up on the royal family yesterday during my nap time (Scotty and I are on the same schedule) and learned quite a bit about them. They adopted the title of 'House of Windsor' in the early nineteen hundreds, as a result of WWI and the anti-German feeling. When the Queen took the throne in 1952, she confirmed the name Windsor but also wanted her direct descendants to be distinguished from the rest of the royal family, so they added the surname of Mountbatten-Windsor. So anyone who is a descendant of George V (the Queen's dad) is from the House of Windsor, but if you are a descendant from the Queen herself (Charles, Andrew, Ann or Edward), you also get the Mountbatten-Windsor title. (Mountbatten is Prince Philip's, the Duke of Edinburgh, HRH's husband, surname before he married Elizabeth). Cool, huh?
See? I'm probably boring you right now. I don't think I would ever want the princess lifestyle -- too many flashbulbs and critical press -- but Kate looks the part and so far is acting the part. I will admit, throughout the entire special, I kept yelling at the TV, "Tell us what hair products she uses!" since that uber-shiny, super straight hair is seriously a work of art (in rainy England, no less!). But then it hit me - she probably has a team of hair stylists with the sole purpose of making her hair unbelievably shiny and perfect. Lucky duck. But again, is shiny hair worth the downside of palace life? Hmm...need to think about that one for a w
Well, I'm off to lay on the couch for awhile. Peace out.
I feel like a big lump. A big lump in yoga pants. Mentally, I am ready to bust out of this place, but physical...man, physically, this recovery is kicking my rapidly-growing-from-sitting-all-the-time bum. And it's one of those things were the less you do, the less you feel like doing. I feel like a big leach that just limps through the house slowly, grousing and mumbling and sipping coffee. I'm sure my mother is loving this.
And I'm a big grump, I'll admit it. There is nothing worse than feeling off physically, and due to my maturity, I like to take it out on everyone around me. (again, cue my mother sighing heavily). Poor Scotty decided to refuse his almond butter and jelly sandwich yesterday, and I was practically shooting him daggers from across the kitchen. I don't think fifteen month-olds are used to moms recovering, and he just looked at me with a mixture of confusion and fear. Nice, Kim, nice.
I also thought about detailing the story of CatheterGate, Part Deux, as well as a whole blog entry about poop, and then it hit me: do I really want to overshare? I mean, really? The thing is, I'm not exactly sure who is reading this. You could work with my husband (which will make for a very uncomfortable exchange at the upcoming holiday party) or maybe you went to high school with me. Do you really care to read about bodily functions? No. So, maybe one day I'll discuss the aforementioned topics, but for now, I'm going to cling to my last few shreds of dignity.
I do want to acknowledge and thank everyone who has called, sent flowers, cards, and gifts. Wow, I didn't know fibroid surgery warranted such a lovely reception, but our house has never smelled better from all of the lovely bouquets (or the LOU MALNATI'S PIZZA...YUM!) Everyone has been so kind and I apologize if I haven't returned your call...like I said, I'm just a big grump right now with unwashed hair, that steno-surgery tape stuck all over my belly, and morning breath. I really have nothing to report so I'm just going continue my self-imposed hibernation.
Really, the only thing that has made me smile in recent days (aside from LOU MALNATI'S PIZZA...did I mention that?) is the announcement of Prince William and Kate Middleton's engagement. EEEEEE! I have no idea why, but this just make me deliriously excited. Royal wedding? Hell yes! They are both such well-scrubbed, shiny, pretty people and I adore her fashion sense, so I can't wait to see what the next few months yield. I even forced Brian to watch Dateline's "A Royal Love Story" last night, and my mom and I were ooh-ing and aww-ing throughout the piece. I even read up on the royal family yesterday during my nap time (Scotty and I are on the same schedule) and learned quite a bit about them. They adopted the title of 'House of Windsor' in the early nineteen hundreds, as a result of WWI and the anti-German feeling. When the Queen took the throne in 1952, she confirmed the name Windsor but also wanted her direct descendants to be distinguished from the rest of the royal family, so they added the surname of Mountbatten-Windsor. So anyone who is a descendant of George V (the Queen's dad) is from the House of Windsor, but if you are a descendant from the Queen herself (Charles, Andrew, Ann or Edward), you also get the Mountbatten-Windsor title. (Mountbatten is Prince Philip's, the Duke of Edinburgh, HRH's husband, surname before he married Elizabeth). Cool, huh?
See? I'm probably boring you right now. I don't think I would ever want the princess lifestyle -- too many flashbulbs and critical press -- but Kate looks the part and so far is acting the part. I will admit, throughout the entire special, I kept yelling at the TV, "Tell us what hair products she uses!" since that uber-shiny, super straight hair is seriously a work of art (in rainy England, no less!). But then it hit me - she probably has a team of hair stylists with the sole purpose of making her hair unbelievably shiny and perfect. Lucky duck. But again, is shiny hair worth the downside of palace life? Hmm...need to think about that one for a w
Well, I'm off to lay on the couch for awhile. Peace out.
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