Going Stir Crazy

It's just me in the house right now.  Brien has gone to pick up my prescriptions, and Nana and Pop (those lovely, lovely people) have taken the girls to Water Country for the day.  This is wonderful for so many reasons, the biggest of which is Ellie and I are going nuts.  She's used to going out and running around every day.  She's used to getting up on a weekday morning and putting on her "babing suit" and then going to swim in the "pool water". Her heart was broken Thursday and Friday mornings when she was told that no, she couldn't wear her suit.  I pulled out clothes and a regular (not "swimmy") diaper and she said, rather emphatically, "No daydoo.  No clothes.  Babing suit and pool water!" 

There have been no excursions out to the library or museums or anything.  We've been cooped up in the house.  My brains are turning to mush. I swear they are.  (I know, believe me, I know, I'm a big fat whiner and I can't even stand being around myself.  I'm so sorry, but I have to complain and vent because it's there.) Lily, my little homebody, is perfectly fine with all of this, as she is content to stay home and watch enough TV I'm sure her brains are oozing out her ears.  She's also just as happy reading and playing in her room.  Notsomuch the Bean and me.

In an effort to keep Bean entertained, we've been watching a crap ton of TV (here she's watching "Bubble Guppies"--thanks for that, Jess.  At least she sings and dances with them), but it's starting to wear thin, as is sitting on my duff in the black recliner. I'm tired of my computer.  I'm tired of internet games.  I'm tired of reading.  I'm tired of TV.  (Yes, yes, I'm a wingeing and whining brat.)

I may have wanted a break, but I wanted one on my terms.  :oS  In an effort to save my brains, I had B take me to JoAnn yesterday where I perused their (lamentably tiny selection of) cross stitch patterns, picked up a hoop and floss and now I'm cross stitching again.  Card making is out because I need to be able to prop up the bum ankle and I'm unable to move around the offudio as needed to get to paper, stamps, etc. 

In a move that wasn't quite brilliant (given it's been close to thirteen years since I last cross stitched), I picked up 18 count Aida cloth.  I can hear you crafty-types out there laughing at me.  I know, I know, what was I thinking? 

For those of you not in the know, the higher the number on the Aida cloth, the smaller the stitches.  I should have picked up 14 count.  Instead, I'm straining my eyes with the 18.  Doh!  But, the 18 always looks so nice when you finish. :o)  Here's hoping my eyes can hold out. ;o)

And, I had a very inauspicious reintroduction to the craft, having to pick out five rows' worth of stitches after I miscounted once.  ARGH!!  I was ready to toss my hoop across the living room!  However, patience prevailed and now I've got some lovely (if teensy weensy) stitches in my cloth.  I find cross stitching to be a lovely way to keep my hands busy while watching TV--especially when I'm just done with all other forms of entertainment.  I have a new appreciation for women on bedrest, that's for sure.

Meanwhile, I'm feeling insanely sorry for Brien (and guilty at the same time).  The man has had to pick up all the slack.  He's cooking, cleaning, putting away laundry, taking care of the girls, and keeping the girls from snapping my foot (don't ask).  He's doing all my jobs and chores and I feel terrible that he has to do it. 

I'm grateful we got away to Chincoteague last weekend since I'm obviously not going to be going anywhere before Labor Day.  I'll know more after surgery tomorrow.  To add to the whining of the post, I'm not allowed to have any food or beverage past midnight and my surgery isn't until 5:00 tomorrow evening.  This includes gum.  Gah!!  I'll probably faint from hunger before they even have to anesthetize me. :oP

I report for surgery at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon.  Lissie's going to try to get her by 1:00.  I'm having an anxiety attack just thinking about it (the surgery, not Liss).  I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna.  Heck, my ankle is feeling fine today.  No pain or anything.  Sure, feeling the bones slip past each other is rather squick-worthy, but otherwise, I'm fine, right?

:sigh:

Why am I such a baby when it comes to medical-type things?  I know I need the procedure.  I know it's for the best.  I just wish there were some other--less invasive and anxiety producing--way to do it.  :oS 

Now, since I'm utterly tired of myself and my horrible attitude and whining, here are some photos to make you smile. :o)

This was Wednesday.  Aren't they cute?  This is Lil's favorite ride, lol!  Okay, she likes the Twirly Worm ride too.  And the tea cups.  And the Catapult.  But, she loves this one especially.  :o)  Ellie, I think, would prefer something with a bit more speed and excitement. ;oP

Chincoteague last Sunday.

What a lovely weekend that was.  :o)

Oh, wait, this wasn't lovely.  However, if you're traveling from the beaches (OBX, Virginia Beach, etc.), this is the only way back out.  I64 is the main thoroughfare unless you want to take a HUGE detour.  But, given how long we sat in traffic, it probably wouldn't add that much time to our travel. ;o) 

So, if you are planning on coming through our area on your way to the beach, please be prepared to sit.  And sit.  And creep.  And then sit some more.  It seems to be simply a part of the trip and there's little you can do to escape it. 

Well, hasn't this been a happy post??  I'm sorry.  I'm in a terrible frame of mind and going nuts.  When you're used to being independent, it's hard to be dependent.  Please forgive me.

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Sparklies:

1.  Lil swam in her first meet yesterday!  It was a fun meet for the 8 and under crowd who needed a bit of confidence and/or wouldn't be swimming in any "real" meets this year.  It was a wonderful experience for Lil and she was beyond chuffed with herself. :o)  We were rather proud of her ourselves. :o)
2.  Nana and Pop taking the girls for the day.  Thank you guys SO much!
3.  My ankle not hurting today and being able to sleep. 
4.  B running errands for me and cooking and cleaning.
5.  Lissie rearranging her plans so she can come and help out.  I swear, I wasn't this helpless after I had babies...
6.  Picking up cross stitching again.  It really is a rather fun pastime.

No milestones.

Okay, so I'm sitting here wondering what in the world we're going to do for HHD since I'm confined to the house and a chair for the foreseeable future.  Any ideas of RAKs we can do?  I'm hoping to be a bit more mobile come Thursday, but I'm just not sure it's going to happen.  :oS