My roots are showing

A post or so ago, I mentioned I was ready to slit my wrists. I do hope most of you caught my sarcasm. My oldest Sister reads my blog and is sworn to secrecy on ALOT of my life, and she knew I wasn't really suicidal. Just dramatic. I even have my suburban handcuffs still on, you know the wrist draped with gold bracelets that my husband has given me. I would have had to take them off. Mom is outta the woods and not stir crazy yet. I have her car keys and car. No driving for 30 days after the surgery. She is staying alone at night a bit, I went home Sat for a date with my husband and I'm still at home. Monday I'll be headed back over there to do a few things and stay the night and she has Dr's appt Tuesday morning and I get to pick up Big Sis at the airport, she's come to help for three days. I'll be at home again and if everything stays good, I won't need to spend the night anymore. My husband and I will each make a trip a day to check on her and get her lists of things she wants and needs. She better watch it and be nice or I'll throw her ass in a nursing home...just kidding. I swear kidding. I couldn't do that to her.

No Wire Hangers Ever!!

Well, that certainly made me feel better about my mood swings.