Surgery

Sometimes I can be a good Mom.  Yep, I left work early, I picked up the boys from camp with their friend and we went to the beach.  I played games at the beach, and only freaked out moderately with all the sand and the mess (I secretly love the beach).  Then, we came home, and I spent good time with one son, and later that night the other son and I read a book.  Then, I was exhausted.

But oldest son, really wonderful guy - had told me: "Waddles has a hole, can you fix the hole in is neck, Mommy?"

I promised I would.  But I was tired, and I drank a glass of wine and watched Netflix.  (Mommy of the year). I was going to go to bed, until I saw Waddles, waiting, prepped for the OR.

So, just now, I performed surgery on Waddles.  He is small, and well-loved, and the boy wanted it.  I delivered a mended Waddles to his room where the boy was sleeping and gave the boy a kiss.  I am lucky to be Dr. Mom tonight.