On Tuesday it will be 3 weeks since Lincoln's surgical biopsy. I really wish they would call me with results. I appreciate that they have called to tell me that they are not in and that I shouldn't worry but I can't help but think about it. I have started leaving my phone behind on purpose. I know that's bad but after waiting and staring at the phone this long I don't want to look at it anymore. I will call again on Monday and see if there is any new news.
I just keep trying to occupy our time with things to do. I have found all sort of things that are freecheap to keep us entertained this summer. Too bad dragging Taylor along is like taking a bratty toddler. On the way to Old Town Temecula today, I look over (I'm driving) and he is in the front seat with his pointer fingers shoved into his ears. I started laughing and he told me that I was "making fun of him". (sigh) If he doesn't think that an almost 30 year old, father of 3 children plugging his ears is funny then he is on crack. He told me he has to cover his ears because "the baby cries too loud". LOL He is too much. Taylor is also sunburned all over his back because he is the only one who didn't wear sunscreen to the beach the other day. He is whining and crying saying that it is my fault that he is burnt. He told me "It's because you don't pay attention to me". Ohhh man I am laughing as I type this... He is going to kick my *ss if he sees this. I know he doesn't care about my blog though. So I think I am safe. Poor tired grouchy Tay Tay is upstairs taking a little nap. So are Dylan and Lincoln. Hope they all wake up in good moods. Especially the oldest one.
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| My gigantic husband that thinks he is 5 years old. |
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