Have you seen me?

We seem to be missing 4 body part. 2 tonsils and 2 adenoids. Okay, I don't really know if you have 2 adenoids but I'm sticking with 2.

The surgery went well. She cried off and on all morning before her surgery because she was scared. Our Pastor showed up and had a prayer before surgery and she cried. The anesthesia they gave her made her wake up crying. And it broke my heart.

She was quite popular though. My mother-in-law works in surgery now and so all the people that work with her came in to see Barbie Jr. The one that was her nurse today even brought her a present. They were wonderful to her.

The doctor said her tonsils and adenoids were horrible. They were even infected today. He said they definitely needed to come out and we will be amazed at how much better she feels. He was very nice.

She's amused at her pain medication. They gave us liquid lortab and I gave her some a bit ago and as it started to kick in she was rolling her head and laughing and then said, I feel FUNNY. Now, she's got her head laid on my leg and is very close to dozing off.

And of course a blog post wouldn't be complete without giving asshat honorable mention. Hell, I'm even giving Jimmy honorable mention here.

Jimmy called yesterday to check on her because he thought she had her surgery yesterday morning. As much as I have bitched about him, it was very nice.

Asshat has been in true asshat form. First we had the whole Barbie, Jr., getting sick last week with the intestinal flu and his words upon finding out were "That's all I need is to get that." And I was an unreasonable bitch when I tore his head off over it. But guess what? He did get it.

I told him repeatedly that I planned to leave for the hospital NO LATER than 6:30 this morning. Many times that left my mouth. So the guy who took over his route showed up at around 6:25 this morning and I figured asshat would be close behind. Around 6:35 he pulls up and then piddles. And to beat it all, he went and bought the guy breakfast. That is why he was late. And so I am trying to console Barbie, Jr. and I'm telling him to come on. He continues to talk to the guy until I finally scream WE HAVE TO LEAVE. So he goes in the house to get something.

I was getting madder by the second. By now it is 6:45 and had I not been blocked in by the delivery truck I would have left his ass. He gets in the car and informs me that I need to stop at Speedway to buy him some Copenhagen. I looked at him and said, "We don't have time." And his smart ass responds, "I can't help that." I shouted "Yeah you can. You were the one who was late. I am not stopping to get you Copenhagen. The most important thing to me right now is getting our daughter to the hospital on time."

So he pouted the entire way there. And of course the second they took her to surgery and sent us to the waiting room he left to go buy snuff. Because that is how his priorities are.

So we come home and he does *gasp* take out the trash (because I asked) and goes to the store because Barbie, Jr. wanted me to hold her.

He then gets mad because I was refilling the minutes on my pay as you go phone and it's voice activated. Which means if someone 10 miles away blows their nose it picks it up. He kept shouting "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?" so I kept holding up my finger like "Hold on." He finally gets mad and storms away. When I finish I go in and say "Sorry, I was refilling my phone and it's voice activated so it kept picking everything up." He ignores me. I said, "Did you hear me?" And I get a flat "yes." He in a few minutes stomps through the house and slams something into the trash can and glares at me as he goes back to the bedroom. The bedroom where he has proceeded to sleep since about 11.

I am going on about 6 hours sleep over the past 2 days. So I don't want to hear about tired. I've been the one stressing over her surgery, getting Christmas finished, getting the house cleaned before people come by to visit Barbie Jr. And he has done nothing to help me. NOTHING. He pissed and moaned over me asking him to take the trash out today.

So between ice cream, popsicles, cold drinks, pain medication and cuddling I have been trying to do laundry, clean the bathroom, do dishes and sweep the living room floor. And I'm bitter. Damn bitter.

But the most important thing in it all is, girlie is okay.