Slitting My Wrists

Slitting my wrists, or as the medical folks call it, bilateral carpal tunnel release surgery. This is what will be happening tomorrow morning. So far, I am not at all nervous. I'm excited about getting better, getting rid of the pain and the tingling. I'm excited about opening a can of tuna all by myself, like a big girl. The things that frighten me will come after surgery. My hands will be bandaged and I will need help for a day or two. Who will put on my bra? Will they give me purple nurple because there's nothing i can do about it? What if I get my period immediately after? What if I'm too old and I never get my period again? What if I don't nurse Juniper for a while and she gets use to the bottle? Silly? Yes, but that's how my mind works.

The kids are going to grandmas (I think) during my surgery, which means they come back with a bad attitude and a sense of entitlement. Thankfully my husband is strong as nails and checks us back into reality real quick. He's the best! Since he will probably be the one putting my bra on... I'll brace myself for the purple nurple. 

The Juggler

Soon after meeting my husband, he went through a juggling phase. Literal juggling! Anything and Everything went flying through the air. Bocce balls, Christmas ornaments you name it. I am not a juggler. Yet, here I am trying to balance being a wife, mother, health care worker, makeup artist, business student, etc.

I have never been a believer that we can have it all. Perhaps that sounds a little old fashion or even sexist, if you dare. I feel when I try to have it all, or juggle, one and eventually all of the balls gets dropped.

So, what should I do? Give up on it all? Drink? Well, I keep on keeping on. Wear one hat on top of another like the Mad Hatter that I feel like and continue to do my best. Sound a little Pollyanna? Maybe it is. Maybe I am. This is my life and I am a happy camper (please don't take me camping!)

I have a wonderful husband and smart, beautiful kids. So here we go...