HaHaHa LMBO funny, you're so funny!

Day 63:  Matthew 6:34 says:  " Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." 
This is a comical directive to those of us who are controllers.  In fact it is quite impossible until.... you have no way of managing today let alone tomorrow.  I had back surgery 6 days ago and all I can say is hahahahaha God, your soooooo funny!  When you suddenly realize that everything you do involves twisting, and bending and oh by the way you are not allowed to do either of those for the next 6 weeks.  It first hit when I was in the hospital and literally started crying because I couldn't remember how I was supposed to get out of bed.  Suddenly, there is a way to get in/out of bed, sit on the couch, a certain number of minutes you are allowed to sit, unless reclined which is different and more like laying in bed, and how many minutes you can be in a car, oh and you can't drive for two weeks and you can't lift more than 10lbs and walking is okay, in fact great but you can't walk too far or you won't make it back home.     Now, my day consists of lists in my head of what needs to be done and who is going to be home first to do it.   For instance, I woke up at 6am made coffee (that I can do), I put some cups in the dishwasher but not the spoons because I would have to bend to reach the bottom rack, T came down stairs I said I need the dishes put away and the cat litter done.  Luckily the night before I had M fill up Boston's dog bowl because having to wait until someone comes downstairs drives me nuts.  When I asked M to do it, he said why can't Boston wait until I get downstairs to eat, to which I replied because he wants to eat when he wakes up.  M pacified me and got the dog his food so he could eat promptly upon waking.  Me and the animals have a schedule and this back thing really messes with it.  Somer stopped in from housesitting and going to work and I said can you go pick up the poop all three dogs pooped oh and do the cat litter ?(yes again I hate stinky things).
So all that is bad enough, I get it the jokes on me, I can't control anything...
But noooo, just to make sure I really got it, both kids are housesitting/pet sitting this week at different houses, and in my house I'm what you would call you're go to "girl", if you forgot something, need something, or just plain want something, you call me.  You forgot your ID, you need your deodorant, you want some lunch I got it.  You want to hang out and someone needs to stay with the dog, I got it.  Oh you don't want to wake up that early, I can I am up anyways.  Well not this time you all are on your own, it's quite possible you may be stranded on base 'cause you have a dead battery, or you will starve to death because you didn't bring a lunch, or you can't run because you forgot your sneakers but I can't help you this time.

You see the last thing I couldn't control was how the tattoo guy made these look like an outline of my kidneys, instead of neat looking flip flops. I also couldn't control that the incision to the L4/L5 lumbar went right thru my tattoo.  It's clear everything is better when I have my hand in it.    I'll say I'm sorry now, just in case the world comes to an end because I'm not in control for the next 5 weeks and 1 day.

BTW surprisingly still smoke free!