Surgery Day!!

Oh boy, today my husband, whom I'll fondly call,"Gregg", because, well, that's his name, had surgery. This is how my day went:

8:05am - rush 5 yr old out the door to kindergarten with one of daddy's ties for reassurance. Turns out he is "nervous" about daddy's condition.

8:15am - rush home to dress 3 yr old, bribe him into the car (NOOOOO mommmyyy, no SCHOOL!) with errands - flowers for poor daddy, breakfast for mommy - because after feeding the two kids and the invalid - I forgot about me - and then to "school". It's more like a nursery school/playdate thingie, but whatever. He's going today whether he wants to or not because I scheduled an exterminator today. WE have an eensy weensy ant problem.

9:30am - short workout at the gym ordered by husband because he thinks I'm getting a little wacko. I mean, there's no reason for me to be stressed, right?

10:20am - talking to friend outside of gym about her marital problems when I realize I have to get hubby to hospital for surgery.

10:45am - stuff hubby and bad leg in car and dash to hospital, ahem, while obeying ALL traffic laws.

11:15am - arrive at hospital and drive around looking for space.

11:27am - arrive in waiting room and wait to see hubby before surgery.

12:10pm - still waiting and being creeped out by weird disheveled hairy guy in corner who won't stop staring at me.

12:15pm - hanging out with hubby in pre-op, he's supposed to go in at 12:30pm.

12:25pm - nurse comes by and says the dr. is running behind. I remember the exterminator appointment and dash home - slightly disobeying traffic laws.

1:00pm - exterminator arrives 5 seconds before me, and we begin an assault on ants, black widows, and any other unfortunate bugger that crosses my path.

2:30pm - bug guy leaves and I realize I haven't eaten lunch.

2:31pm - lunch is a spoonful of peanut butter.

2:55pm - mad dash to pick up 5 yr old and at the same time make frantic calls to the pre op room to see if they have hubby's crutches (which I forgot to take home).

3:45pm - 5 yr old secured in car, dash to pick up 3 yr old who had to stay MUCH later than usual.

4:00pm - still at 3 yr old's school, as they give intimate details of his diaper blow-out. I mention ailing husband who we are supposed to pick up at 4pm, scoop up kids and fly to car.

4:11pm - at hospital, kids run to gift shop and insist on buying flowers for dad (I forgot I bought some earlier) and, of course, some candy.

4:15pm - cell phone rings as I walk up to hubby [hubby called to see where the &*(( we are!}.

4:23pm - can't find a freakin' medical assistant to wheel hubby to car.
4:45pm- hubby now in car and announces he has a craving for an out of the way bbq place - kids didn't forget that I promised them Happy Meals if they were good.

5:15pm- bbq place
5:34pm- Happy frickin' Meal
5:40pm- Walgreens to try to fill pain med prescription for hubby, but they are too incompetent.
5:45pm - Albertsons pharm where they fill script in 10 minutes - and chuckle over hubby's accident.

6:15pm - everyone at home and fed.

6:38pm - husband made comfy while kids take apart their rooms, toys and underpants everywhere.

6:39-7:15pm - mommy the slave cleans rooms.
7:16pm - kids ushered into bath immmediately.
7:21pm - 3 yr old in bed asleep.
9:07pm - 5yr old "I'm hungry" after being in bed over an hour.
9:08pm- 5 yr old fed crackers and then bed.

9:10pm - believe me, the day's not over yet...