Sleepy

First, an update on R's husband: The surgery went okay--the cancer had spread from his esophagus to his stomach, but the doctor thinks that he was able to get everything, they just had to remove more stomach than they had planned to. Last night was a hard night. His lung collapsed and he now has a chest tube, however he's stable now. For some good news, they have finally figured out the pain medicine, so he is feeling okay. Hopefully he'll get out of the ICU tomorrow night/Saturday morning.

After writing that I really feel like I shouldn't complain...I am sleepy. Today started about 2 hours earlier than usual for me. I was in the office by 7 :15 (instead of my usual 9:00) to finish Mole's investment review. The whole thing was extremely frustrating, since Mole hadn't done his part yesterday afternoon like he was supposed to. Then, I had to take the reports over to Kinkos to be bound and I think the Kinkos guy was lonely because he took FOREVER and talked to me the whole time. If you'd like to know anything about the inner workings of a FedEx/Kinkos, you can ask me, because I probably know now. Mole's reviews were done and back to the office with about 20 minutes to spare. I don't ever want to cut anything that close again.

While Mr. X was helping me finish one piece for Mole's report my cell phone rang. I always look at it, worrying that it could be Sweet Pea's school or something. It was my Mom calling from her cell phone, which she never does during work hours, so I answered, worrying that my dad had fallen off the roof again.* There was no emergency--it was my mom calling to tell me that she had a coupon for the beauty supply store, so she had gone ahead and purchased 12 tiny nail polishes for Sweet Pea's Spa birthday party. Mr. X, who could overhear the conversation on my phone, found it very amusing. My mom has promised not to call during work again, unless my dad falls off the roof or something similar happens.

*About 2 years ago my dad, who had no business doing this, decided to climb up on the big ladder and clean out the gutters on the 2nd story of the house. Some how he managed to kick out the ladder and fall off the roof. My mom was gone for the day--he was very lucky the neighbor heard the ladder fall (and make a big crash noise), otherwise he would have been stuck in the back yard for who knows how long. The neighbor called 911, the ambulance came, and my dad ended up with a hairline fracture in his back (and is extremely lucky to be alive). After this happened, my mom got rid of the big ladder and my parents ordered those plastic things that go over your gutters to keep the leaves out.