Transplant Week

I have been complaining about things taking so long and my inability to be patient, well, forever, but now it's finally here so I need to find something new to whine about.

Erik's mom and aunt got here last night.  My mom gets here tomorrow.  Kids and dogs will be fed and generally well monitored.

I'm not freaking out.  I don't think I will.  Unless of course I am freaking out and don't realize it?  I have been making a lot of homemade soup.  I don't know why.  I think when people are going to the hospital you are supposed to make soup.  I also bought enough food to feed our whole neighborhood.  And I have a menu schedule and all ingredients are organized and labeled.  I'm going to go with this is my way of freaking out.

Honestly, at this point, I really just can't wait to get this ridiculous dialysis machine and all of it's parts and pieces out of my bedroom.  Out of my house.  

Two more nights people, just two more stinking nights.