I am here thanking the good Lord that Big Daddy can finally take a shower. At least my nose hairs, what's left of them, are happy. That's right....he hasn't been able to shower since Wednesday (surgery day) of last week....besides Sunday when I made him stand in the bathroom and bend his upper body over the bathtub while I hosed him down with the sprayer like a dog 'cause, come on, I couldn't take it any longer.
He saw the Orthopedic today, who removed his stitches, and sent him home with strict orders....you smell, not take a shower....and then put the immobilizer back on for another 5 weeks.
Yup, 5 more weeks. 5 more weeks of him messing up my morning routine. 5 more weeks of him laying around on the couch. 5 more weeks of him sitting there all smug when I get home after a long, hard day at work. 5 more weeks of "can you get me this, can you get me that"? 5 more weeks of, what we will now refer to as, post-moronic hell.
Now excuse me while I get the duct tape. Momma needs some quiet and a tall, stiff drink.
Five weeks?! Yikes.
Forget the tall stiff drinks. You're better off taking it straight from a shot glass.
Love the new design by the way...
Posted by: Darcie | 03 June 2008 at 08:58 PM