Tonsils? What Tonsils?

This morning Mr. A will have a tonsillectomy. Bye-bye tonsils. No more strep throat. No more tonsillitis. Thank goodness he dodged the mono bullet. I’ve been keeping my fingers crossed regarding that for the past year!

Everyone keeps telling Mr. A that it’s so much “harder” to have tonsils taken out as teenager as opposed to being a young child. Oh please! I had my tonsils out when I was 18 and I survived. He’s not getting any sympathy from me. Remember last year when he complained that his leg hurt and I told him “to suck it up” then it turned out that he had been walking and running on a broken leg? Yep, I’m the most horrible mother in the world. (I love you, honey!)

Actually, I’ve been a little anxious the past few days. My mother asked me why because I didn’t seem anxious when G-Man had his tonsils out when he was a little guy. Well, let’s see. My level of stress was slightly different back then. When G-Man had his tonsillectomy my year-long divorce had been finalized one week earlier, I just started a new job two weeks before that, and I was in the process of refinancing my house so I could buy out my ex-husband. My anxiety for G-Man was mixed in with all my other stress.

Nowadays my life is bliss in comparison. Ahhh! But since I don’t have anything else to worry about, I’ve focused all of my attention on Mr. A and his abnormally large tonsils.

He’ll miss school today and tomorrow and then Spring Break starts on Friday. The poor kid will be hanging out at home while his friends text him from the beach. I’ll be home with him this week and next week he gets to hang with the grandparents.

Depending how things go I may be incommunicado for a few days or I’ll be really bored, have a very clean house, and spend way too much time online.

Talk to you soon!