Friday Ramble

I went out with my friends last night for a girls' night. (Woo hoo!) Except I am beginning to notice that when we get together, we talk about kids way too much. We spent so much time talking about the discipline procedures at our elementary schools that we barely had time for anything else. Dude! Where's the fun talk? Where's the hot sex talk? *sigh*

I was just happy for a break, which was interrupted half way through dinner when Eric called to wearily inform me that Georgia had not stopped screaming since I had left the house. Okay, quick note to my husband - calling with that information is NOT going to make me want to come home any sooner!

I was mainly enjoying my time away because I was recovering from my minor surgery . . . okay, so I'm being dramatic. I had an inflamed cyst removed from my back, but it freaking hurt! And I think it's safe to say that my husband was not a doctor in a past life. He can't even change the dressing without making gagging noises. And when he does change the dressing, he presses down, so the bandage will stay on - like he's sealing a freaking envelope. Okay, OW!! I finally just had my friend Andrea, the hospice nurse come by each day to change the dressing. Thank God for good friends.

I've also been using that as an excuse not to do vigorous cleaning around the house. How long do you think I can get away with that excuse? Hmmmmm . . .