Stressful Day

It is 6:32 in the morning. Today I take my three year old to get his tonsils out. This is not the first time he has been under the knife. This is the third surgury he has had in his short life. The first was really simple, he had tubes put in his ears. The second was really scary, he had the back of his skull removed, his cerebellum tonsils cortirized, and then a bone graph to give his brain enough room. So after that I know that this should be easy. But, alas, it is not. I am sitting here after no sleep watching the clock. I am waiting as long as possible to wake up my kids. Cheryl did not fall asleep until after 2:00 in the morning. Just another worry. My mom's best friend is going to be babysitting her, and now I will worry all day wither or not she is screaming the whole time. I am also hopeing I am not forgetting anything in the dipar bag I have made for her. In 9 minutes I will be walking down the hall of the house we share with my parents and waking up my sleeping angels. I wish my parents were in town, I worry how well I will do waiting all by myself. But I will manage, I always do. I always wanted to be a Mommy, I just never thought that it would come with this much stress. Not that I am saying I would take back a minute of it. As we move into his fourth year of life I can only sit here and reminess on all the wonderful memories I have with my son. I also wonder what will happen in the future. Please pray that all goes well, and I will keep you posted so to speak.