Until Spud's surgery is over. Tomorrow I call in and get his surgery time, and then we have to be there 2 hours early. The poor little dude can't eat from Midnight on, so I am hoping that the surgery is early, and that by some miracle my bottomless pit of an eater forgets that he should have food in the morning. Uuuuugh. It could be a loooooong drive to the city.
I am actually not as anxious about it as I thought I would be, I just want it over. For him to feel better, to hear better, and maybe, possibly...hopefully SLEEP better.
Tomorrow will be a busy day of packing for all of us (Cody, Spud and I will spend the night in the city after surgery and Kayla is off to Nana and Papa's.) Then Miss Sweeter has to get her dance on at ballet class, I will be giving in and waking one small boy at midnight for a bottle of milk (his last one EVER I hope), and trying to get some sleep before the big day.
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