Well here it is Mother's Day and I am the only one up so far (almost 9:00 in the morning). I have already walked the dogs, fed them, cooked up some bacon and prepped the rest of the ingredients to make breakfast tacos for the family (when they decide to get up :ohmy: The third load of laundry is getting ready to go in the dryer.

Am I a martyr? Naaawwww! I think the hardest part of my surgery is going to be taking care of my family, or thinking that I need to. My husband seems supportive, but I don't think he understands what the impact is going to be. My children (two teenagers) don't really say anthing. I think my daughter is secretly mad. I was planning on taking her and a friend to either Florida or the Bahamas, but it is conflicting with my surgery date. I was doing the whole vacation for them. I don't want to walk around in the heat in Florida or, egads!!!, put on a bathing suit at the beach. I finally told her that this was my time and we could take a trip another time.

I have been traveling mon-thurs for two-three weeks a month for the past two years. During that time I would come home late Thursday night, work from home on Friday, do 12 loads of laundry, grocery shop, run errands, take the kids wherever they wanted to go and cook several meals for the next week. I found that I was resenting my time at home. So I have stopped cooking the extra meals. It is time for them to learn to fend for themselves. So far no one has died

This is the first step in a journey for me to reclaim my life. I am going to do things for ME!!:cursing: