. . . but I'm starting to feel like myself again. I'm trying to go longer between pain meds, but when that three hour mark hits, I find myself unable to hold out. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to stretch it longer.
I was able to finalize some things for Beck's birthday today. I tried to get it all done before the surgery, but a few things slipped through the cracks. Tomorrow he and Doug are headed to Denver to see Adam Sandler. Beckett loves Adam Sandler. I got them floor seats, so he should be able to actually see him. David Spade, Rob Schneider and Norm MacDonald too. I told Doug they should make a night of it. I'm sure this is something Beck will remember for the rest of his life. They're talking about leaving right after school, walking around LoDo and then heading to Tom's Urban before the show. I'm almost jealous. Thankfully there's no school on Friday, so Beck can sleep in.
Saturday he has three friends, two of whom he's known since they were all two years old, coming over for bowling, pizza and a sleepover, and then on Sunday, the one friend who couldn't make it Saturday is coming over for a sleepover. Thankfully, again, there's no school on Monday either.
I'm glad Beck gets to do all these things for his birthday this year. It is the first year we're actually at home. We usually go skiing since his big day falls on President's Day weekend. February 16 fell on President's Day the year he was born in fact. Between Doug's heart valve replacement, and my surgery, skiing was out of the question this year. I don't think we'll ski once. But next year, I hope we make up for it.
I can't believe my baby is going to be twelve. It all goes so quickly. Unless you're in pain, and then time moves so slowly it feels as though it's frozen. Yep, three minutes after five, which means I was supposed to take a pain pill three minutes ago.
Sayonara . . . sleep will beckon quickly I'm sure.
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