Seriously, it is my summer-I’m-not-leaving-the-house uniform. It’s a black cotton tank dress that is the epitome of comfort… not style, at all. We all have one… but not all say Acapulco on the front. My kids don’t need to ask if we’re going anywhere when they see me sporting the Acapulco dress. It’s the sign. We’re staying put. My dad used to put on a red t-shirt and white shorts and all of us kids knew to get in the station wagon for a trip to Canada. Traditions die hard!
OK, not a smart move on my part, but the day after a minor out-patient surgery I decided to move furniture. Dumb, I now know. Seems lipomas (benign fatty tumors) run in our family and so I joined the fun and had a few removed from my neck. It really was minor… until I moved the living room and dining room furniture, which, by the way, includes all 25 of my stuffed-to-the-gills 12×12 scrapbooks. Good grief, they are heavy. The new room arrangement looks decent. It’s hard to “decorate” a long narrow room and make it inviting and cozy, but I gave it a valiant effort… with stitches in my neck. Like I said, I now know how dumb that was.
This morning, three days post-op, I dropped off son #1 for a day at the lake of water skiing, boogie-boarding, jet skiing and tubing and then stopped by Wally World for milk, eggs and fruit. (OK, and I bought some flowers to plant… BUT I’m not planting them for a few more days.) Anyway, my strength was zapped by the car ride home at 8:45 a.m. where I discovered son #2 and daughter #1 still sleeping and it about did me in to carry in the groceries.
So, I’ve finished reading a book today, took two naps, watched two movies and wrote a blog. It’s 8:31 p.m. and I’m ready for bed. I’m hoping for renewed strength tomorrow and planting-flower energy. But they can wait if I need to nap again.
My advice to the world from my vast post-op experience, sit on the couch and do nothing the day after surgery. Have your children wait on you. Get drive-through food. Forget the laundry. Forget the dishes. And most importantly, don’t move furniture!
Tags: Acapulco, drive thru, lipoma, mom, mother, moving furniture, planting flowers, raising boys, stupid post-op moves, summer, surgery, walmart
My Sister's Jar 
May 30, 2009 at 11:27 am |
Duh!!! Maybe the meds caused a temporary brain alteration or shut-down. Yea, that’s it. Because the usually on-her-toes, smart-thinking Linda would never think of moving furniture post-op. Never. Let’s hope the medication is completely out of your system…
June 1, 2009 at 8:23 am |
Why don’t we have a picture of the Acapulco dress?
June 1, 2009 at 9:14 am |
I did go and look and I found two…. they weren’t pretty.