As the family gathered in Pre-Op yesterday before Denise headed down for surgery we we trying to clam the nerves of the littlest family members. They have been so full of worry and nervousness over the surgery it has been difficult to keep all of our anxiety at bay.
“Who is going to take care of us?” Lucas inquired.
“Dad will be home to get you where you need to go”
“Yes, but who is going to feed us, and do the laundry?”
One of the last words we heard before going into surgery "Don't let Dad do the Laundry"
Lucas and I spent the night alone (Samantha had a sleepover) and we managed fine, so this morning I thought I would throw a load of laundry in, you know pitch in and help out. Simple load of towels.
What could go wrong?
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