It's been kind of a tiring few days. Darren had his hernia surgery last Friday. Everything went well, but he's sore and not liking having to just sit around, so it's makng him a bit cranky. Since he's home, I have more work to do helping him out and watching the kids, so I'm tired and cranky, too. And to top it off, a couple days ago, Joe got wacked in the mouth with a doorknob and it cracked his tooth. So, he's keeping the cranky theme going in our household. He has an appointment with an oral surgeon tomorrow, and I'm sure the tooth is going to have to come out. It was already a strange tooth that didn't form properly, so we were monitoring it regularly with the dentist, hoping to keep in as long as possible. But, now that it's cracked, there's probably no way to save it. I'm very nervous about having him sedated, as he seems to have allergies to everything. But, I'm hoping all will go well, and he won't be so uncomfortable anymore. I just hope they can schedule it soon, and we don't have to wait a month. We'll see.
I'm so tired, I don't think I'm even going to make it up the stairs. The couch is calling my name. It's close to the fireplace and much warmer than sleeping in a king size bed all by myself. Darren is so uncomfortable, he has to sleep alone for a few days, so nobody kicks or bumps his "boo-boo." He's retreated to the spare bedroom, where there's a television and a laptop connection. Besdies the obvious pain he's experiencing, at least he's getting a little R & R. I'm just trying to stay up long enough to throw the wash in the dryer, and then I will have absolutely no problem falling asleep tonight.