All I wanted was a simple goal.
Said to hubby "post surgery, five days on, we can go to our little, local pub and have a guinness on St. Patrick's day."
What a nightmare!
He HAD to invite family.
We HAD to stay way too long.
He couldn't wait to get home, in the door, take his pain meds
and climb into bed.
I am sure he was feeling awful.
And why? just to prove you can...what? why? and to whom?
Men are stupid!
I'm worried that all the progress we have made over the past few days is now lost.
If it is, I will be spitting mad.