Surgery went well, Batman is practically bouncing around the house, and we’ve both had a nap. More or less interrupted. I was told that today would be a honeymoon of sorts, but that tomorrow would be pretty rough. Usually when my kids get whiny I either send them to bed or tell the to find a job to do, but I guess I will have to dust off my compassion for the next few days. Got to bed might work out ok in conjunction with the Tylenol 3, but I imagine a job search is out of the question. At least for him — – I’m liable to have to do a few extras, though.

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