Tomorrow I'm having a luncheon to celebrate my promotion. It's something I've been looking forward to for weeks - one of the biggest milestones in my career should be celebrated, right?
I ordered a pink champagne cake - made with real champagne. I tried it in cupcake format at a bridal show my friend Heather, bride-to-be, took me to in January. If the cake is as delicious and beautiful as I think it will be I'll post the link to the bakery.
Zachary and Edward, having off from school anyway for parent-teacher conferences, are going as well - then we'll be headed to get their new military ID cards. (Family ID cards have their sponsor's rank on them.) I had wanted the boys to get haircuts tonight, but it didn't happen.
I'm not much in the mood for celebrating. I think I've cried every day this week. I'm not sure how much of it is stress or how much is just exhaustion. I've been feeling overwhelmed for weeks now. I just have to get through tomorrow - then I'm taking a day of leave Monday to prepare the house for company and my crutches. Surgery is Tuesday morning.
Zachary is 11, but he worries like he's an adult. He asked if something "happened" to me during surgery who would he and his brothers stay with until Dad was able to fly back. I told him either Ms Cheyenne or Ms Heather. That met his approval and he's not brought the subject up again.
I'm in serious need of a hug.
