It’s been a long week. For sure.
Sadly, my favorite father-in-law passed away on Monday, February 1st. It was very unexpected, and we’re still trying to adjust. Dave had an amazing sense of humor, was the kindest person I know, and could do a Donald Duck voice that rivaled Donald himself. Of the many things he accomplished in his life, the thing I am most grateful for is the amazing man he raised to be my husband. Because Dave had no concept of ‘men’s work’ vs. ‘women’s work’, Steve has no problem working around the house. Because Dave had a strong work ethic, so does Steve. And Dave definitely instilled a deep sense of loyalty and a strong sense of responsibility in my husband. Thanks, Dave, from the bottom of my heart. Love you.
On top of that, Steve had some pretty extensive surgery done on his wrist on Tuesday. Remember this post, way back in June, where I talked about it? Yeah. After months of pressure from me, he finally went to the doctor. He felt pretty lame, because for the most part, he had no pain. They sent him over for an MRI, and he didn’t think they’d find anything. Not so.
Of course, he thought the surgery wouldn’t be too bad. I tried to explain to him that if they were keeping him home, from a DESK JOB, for three weeks, it probably would not be a walk in the park.
It’s not. Particularly for me. Steve is not a sit-around-and-rest kinda guy. He’s a ‘is-this-what-you-do-all-day’ kinda guy, asked while hovering over my shoulder. It’s really cutting into my computer time. And my napping time. I don’t think I’ve ever been so tempted to slip someone an extra Percocet before.
Now, I gotta go bake some cupcakes for Connor’s birthday tomorrow. Or maybe I’ll just run by the grocery store… I didn’t get a nap today, after all.