The Day After

Yesterday was chemotherapy.
It felt like we were at the hospital forever.
{It always feels like forever when we are at the hospital}
To kill some time I tried to take a few pictures of us...and Woody...
and us again, without the lion hat...
Dylan wasn't in the mood for pictures
he was tired...
{this made sitting through the treatment very easy}

Today is sit-around-in-your-jammies-and-chill-day.
It's quite lovely. Really.

This morning I talked to my mom.
We talk every morning.

Every. Single. Morning.
While she drives to work.

Today my mom got me thinking about how I prepare myself and the kids for chemo day, and also the day after chemo. Truth be told chemo day is easy but the day after, for some reason, is the hard day. I'm still not sure why. {you would think I could have it figured out by now....I don't}

Today, before I got out of bed, I decided it was going to be a good day. No excuses. I can come up with lots of excuses to make it a bad day...like:
I was up at 11:30pm with Dylan
I slept in his little bed next to him from 11:30pm-3:00am
I was up again with Dylan at 3:15....he must have noticed I wasn't next to him
I brought Dylan to my bed
Put Connor back in his own bed
Got up with Connor at 5:00am
And then up for the day at 7:45...just in time to kiss Paul goodbye
ew, I had morning breath...he kissed my cheek!

Today has been a great day! I decided that instead of letting the entire house be a disaster zone, I would let the living room be the designated disaster zone. Guess what? I have a clean house. I've mopped, washed, folded, wiped, vacuumed, and cleaned. And it feels so good.

Today I bid a happy farewell to "the day after" blues.