I’m about to lose control and I think I like it!  For the proper effect try to imagine the cartoon character Droopy singing this.

Well… There are things to be done.  Mother once again has a surgery date for Gastric Bypass: April 28^th.  She’ll take all her pre-op tests on the 26^th.  This means we’ll be driving over there on the 25^th, thus leaving the 24^th for packing, checking last minute items etc.

*sigh*

Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday dear me
Happy Birthday to me

Yes, it’s incredibly selfish but you can’t stop me.

Things that need to be done:

Book hotel room
Find Mother compression stockings
Gather vitamins, protein drinks etc.
Laundry and packing
Go buy carpet remnants
Get enough medical supplies for Allie for at least two weeks – yes he’s actually coming with us.  I can’t leave him here and I won’t board him.
Pack for Allie
Figure out driving situation as I’m sure I’ll still be incredibly inept in that area.
Probably have to change the stupid cell phone plans
See if we can rent a recliner for our stay
Oh cancel my doctor’s appointment for the 25^th

I’m sure there’s so much more to add to the list.

Ya know, I love sleep but that only means when I wake up I’ll be one more day closer to this oncoming train wreck.