So, I’ve been a little M.I.A. . . . Here’s why.

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Why hello there, everyone out in blog land.

I was hoping you wouldn’t notice I’ve been M.I.A., and now that it’s been a couple weeks I figured it’s time I tried to explain why in the world me, and the printables, took a step back.

It really wasn’t the plan.

Last month, I began to have some health issues, which landed me in surgery early this month. I had hoped it was going to be a simple laparoscopic procedure, but, I am well known for terrible luck, and instead I ended up with a pretty major surgery, and a five-day hospital stay.

I really *needed* to check my phone… and apparently can scroll the screen in my sleep

To top it off, not even eight hours after discharge, I ended up back in the ER of a different hospital, being pumped full of morphine as I explained to my husband that I was going to die (yes, really). I totally thought I was going to, and so did all the people in the waiting room who had to listen to me scream bloody murder.

Bug is one of the best little nurses out there

Unfortunately, the ER complication wasn’t the first or last complication . . .  so here I am, after planning on just taking “a week or so” off work to recover to looking at a full 8 weeks of being pretty much stuck here at the house all medicated (that’s the good part) and mostly worthless (that’s the bad part).

This one wasn’t sure what to think of a sick Mama, but he did allow me to nap with him

I’m missing a lot of work that I had not planned on missing. I missed the last three weeks of my grad school classes  . . . and submitted my final papers with a distinctive narcotics-fueled tone. I missed most of Bug’s birthday, and I missed most of spring baseball, and most of my April obligations.

I’ve struggled with some self-care, but Little Miss has me covered

My mom came to town for three weeks to help care for me and my family, which was amazing. She helped take the kids to all their appointments and lessons and argued with nurses for me when they ignored my symptoms. She held my hand and let me cry and listened to me whine, again and again about how this was NOT what I had planned. She also pushed me around Target in a wheelchair and took me to an Amish market for my daily walk where I (very irresponsibly) bought a dog while on pain medication. She’s very cute (the dog, not my mom. My mom is lovely and wonderful and kind.)

How do you NOT buy that puppy?

Some days feel better than others- like today, I am able to sit here and write this. Some days are total bunk and I hate everyone and everything. But, some days are a little better than the day before. Which is good. It’s a sign that the painkillers haven’t totally taken me over. I am hopeful in the next couple weeks I’ll be able to get some more printable goodies up for you guys (I have a WHOLE bunch of mostly finished early reading packs ready to go, and ideas for some fun summer packs for the older kiddos). I am hopeful I’ll be able to put on something more than sweats. I am hopeful that I’ll wake up and feel more like ME.

In the meantime, I appreciate you giving me grace. I appreciate the kind comments that have been left on our printables and older posts. I appreciate you treating our MANY (wonderful, amazing, kind) guest bloggers with love- they have stepped up on very short notice to help me keep this thing running over here while I drool on my couch. Please stop by to visit them, and click their social media links, and give them love.

They deserve it.

Thank you again for reading OPC, and being “my people”

-Heather

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