So we’ve all but signed J up for an adenoidectomy. The last straw for me was when we were out to eat last week, and she went into a coughing episode and the hostess turned around and said, “What kind of cough is that?” Don’t get me started. Anyway, I made D call the ENT that night, he’s a friend of D’s and has seen J in the past. He pretty much told us over the phone that we could do antibiotics all winter, or take out the adenoids. Actually, in the short amount of time this man has spent with me, he’s picked up on my various and sundry paranoias, and he’s been rather careful not to use words like “cut,” “surgery,” “remove,” etc. We’re actually just shrinking her adenoids. (Whatever - it still involves general anesthesia. Don’t get me started.) Needless to say, we opted for the “procedure” (a perfectly acceptable word for me) route. The antibiotic option said two things to me: expensive and diaper rash.

So I’m in the midst of making arrangements for my days off from work, and gave my superintendent a warning about my coming leave requests. I’ll admit, it does look a little shady to be taking the 2 or 3 days prior to Thanksgiving break off. So I wanted to give as much advance warning as possible. I guess I was a little concerned that my days off would be questioned, mostly because at my previous place of employment, requesting days off (even for a child’s surgery) was the source of much grumpiness from my boss and coworkers. Instead, however, here’s what I received back in the form of an email reply from my current boss:

Not a problem. What is your daughter's name? I'd like to include her on my prayer list if that is ok.

I mean, seriously! How great is that?

And more good news came our way this evening...my mom will be coming to be with me during the surg — procedure — and she’s going to stay that night and the next day too. Then she’s going home and returning a day or two later for Thanksgiving. So...aside from the opera — procedure — it might actually turn out to be a decent week.

I’m off to undo the hour’s worth of quilting I did the other night. Sigh. But it’s the weekend, and A is blissed out that there’s no school, no sitter, and that both D and I will be home all weekend. To make matters even better for him, there are the final leaves to be raked. And any leaves to be raked are leaves to jump in. When you’re five, that’s all you need to make the whole weekend great.