As I sit here typing, a baby lies in my lap, dead asleep. Seems she can't possibly sleep without a little "mommy milk". I feel like a cow.

The last couple of days have been eventful. Connor threw a fit at Sam's club because I put blueberries in the basket. He usually loves them. Apparently I hurt his feelings. Huh? He's a difficult child to begin with, we think he may have ADD. His dad does and his uncle (my brother-in-law) has ADHD. Joy. A friend suggested we try giving him caffeinated soda, it has the opposite effect than it has on other people. It works! Guess he just didn't have enough that day.

This morning my dad called from Maryland, were he and my mom live. She's supposed to have knee replacement surgery, but it was postponed. At her pre-op checkup the docters found suspicious shadows on her lung x-ray. We were terrified it was cancer. It wasn't. It was TB.
She's from Chile, and I guess it was in her when she came here. She has a very strong immune system (hence the bad rhuematoid arthritis and knee replacement) and her body encapsalated the bacteria, so it didn't progress. But because of her arthritis, she went on Remicaid to lower her immunity. The bacteria got loose and grew. She lived with us for 6 months, the time the disease began. So now we all have to get tested to make sure we don't have it. Gillian and Connor were tested today, I go tomorrow. Jared will go next week, he needs a checkup anyway.

So I spent my day making phone calls and running around like a beheaded chicken.

What really stinks is that this happens 2 days before I have surgery for a torn ACL and shredded miniscus. I don't need anymore stressors.

Jared is taking a week off to take care of things for me. Poor guy, I don't think he knows what he's in for. I don't have to cook, hehehehe!

Maybe tomorrow not much will happen. Yeah, fat chance.