Don’t tell my kids, but rules are sometimes made to be broken. For months now, I've spent my Tuesday mornings at follow-up appointments with my surgeon, and ironically the waiting times associated with those weekly appointments often force me to be in my wheelchair longer than the two hours the doctor has restricted me to. Well, two can play at that game!
Now, prior to all this surgery and bed rest nonsense, Casey and I had looked forward to being able to sneak out to matinees and lunch from time to time while the girls were in school. One butt sore later, our plans changed.