Okay, so my one week absence turned into two going on three, but believe me when I say I TOTALLY underestimated how difficult the recovery from my breast surgery would be. The pain, the tears, the Frankenstein moment, more tears, the exhaustion from not sleeping, and the tears from the exhaustion of not sleeping– it was all quite unexpected. But I’m feeling a bit better every day and soon, I’ll reach full throttle.
In the meantime, though, I’m taking things slowly and allowing my body the time it needs to heal. I’m also enjoying the drugs and sealing my title as Mother of the Year. Oh yeah, there is no dethroning me at this point. The crown is mine F-O-R-E-V-E-R.
