The oral surgery to extract my wisdom teeth is scheduled for 8am tomorrow. Um, I'm scared. Not scared in an oh-my-God-surgery-is-scary kind of way, but more like an oh-my-God-if-Belly-smacks-my-cheeks-like-she-does-every-day-to-identify-them-as-cheeks-I'm-gonna-be-in-so-much-pain kind of way. It's that pain afterward that I fear the most. Taking a snooze in a reclined chair doesn't give me the willies AT ALL. In fact, it sounds sorta like going to the spa (to which I have not been since last Mother's Day, which should be evident by that comparison). Fine. I'm exaggerating. But the idea of getting knocked out for a little while and having my mom take care of the girls for a few days - and make me tapioca pudding - sounds really appealing with all the crap going on right now.

I can't even begin to think about the house right now. We submitted an addendum to the sellers asking them to lower the price to the appraisal price. We haven't heard anything back yet. What a mother trucking nightmare.

Dude is dealing with some serious work deadlines right now and his stress level is through the roof. He's been sleeping about five hours a night, getting up at the crack of dawn to work (hey - who is this Dawn anyway and what is her crack doing near my husband?!). He then goes back to work after the girls are asleep and the dishes are done. Our hang-out time is pretty limited to Saturdays right now. It is so unbelievably lame, but I'm going along with it because it is supposedly only a short-term thing. The house thing and and the Costa Rica trip are adding to his stress right now, but I'm doing my best to manage them. I should clarify that the idea of traveling to Costa Rica with the girls (and the timing) are what stress Dude out - not actually being there. Getting off the grid will do him a world of good. I just have to get us there...

Oh, the Valium I took 40 minutes ago is starting to take effect. Must go to bed now. Nighty-night. See you on the other side... yeeeeeee!!!