Day 597: Sad-urday

This day start wif the sunshine of high hope but soon became cloudied wif the dark clouds of sadness... what build and build and build today.

So if I begin at the beginnin of my day... my the Mom, as is usual these days, did not sweep. She woke up at 230am and she fretted and she worried and she wished she was at least two separate people (her bosses prolly have the same dream)... I kinda wish she was, too... on a counta holy bjeebers, maybe they could work split shifts! Just sayin.

But anyway, we are not sleep satisfied, but we get up early, though none of our hearts are truly in it... and that is unusual, specially for me and the Mom.

You see... typically my internal time clock say 430 am is time to get on big bed for some lovin, what is hopefully followed soon thereafter by the breakfast foods! And coincidentally, this is bout time the Mom typically start shiftin her position a bit, not quite ready to get up... but startin to fink a bout it!

All that said and more...when day start before 10am, you are killin the Bleu wif the early mornin reveille... but he DOES drag he big butt up and participate, just a bit.

But Today... we get up early on a counta I have to get my sutures removed... and the Clinic did not have an available appointment, so we had to arrive early and remain on standby.

I was frilled to be goin on a early mornin venture, was pretty sure it was IHOP but was sorely disappointed. Wait time wasn't bad... and I receive a A+ for good behavior while there!

And that's kinda point where fings started goin sour... I guess doctor did not like how my bobo looks. My time on antibiotics will be extended... they say 10 days past the point it looks normal. Right now, it looks so bad... I can't imagine the day it will look normal.

And so shall be my days in the cone, and my nights in the tee...

And here is the Bleu... and he finkin and frettin bout what next for the Luke. My the Mom need to talk him frew some issues... on a counta Big Boy is sweetest boy in town... and he big on the empaffy. If I got least bit of fing goin on... Big Boy gonna take it on!

So I say all that to say this...

It is honorable to give of your MOMself on a counta love.

But when your MOMself is not good enough for the takin'... Is it dishonorable to suck your MOMself back in????? This is a sincere question, because MOMself tears... are the worst.