|Bird-watching using our state bird guide.|
Unfortunately my hernia has busted again and I'll need major surgery later. Which is going to make for a horrible summer for everyone, but what can you do? Rose was asking me this morning if I were going to die and what would happen. I have no plans to die, but it is a possibility, life being what it is. Not a likely possibility, but still, yeah, it's possible. In answer to her question, what would happen is she'd have to be the big girl, look out for her brother and go to school. Which she could do if she had to - she's not the one I worry about.
Anyway, this afternoon? Guess what some of the kids at the back of the classroom decided to have a discussion about? Zombies... and the somehow related "you're going to have surgery and die!" subject. Rose got upset and told the kid who was joking around that this was horrible to say, don't you know her mother is having surgery and then she'll have to go to school!?? And she doesn't want to go to school. *little tears*
"Ohh, I'm sorry!" the preteen apologised. "I've just been through fifth grade in school and it was the most horrible nightmare! I'm sorry you'll have to go to school. That's really bad."
Uhm... well? I guess I should be glad the kid likes homeschooling... maybe...
I honestly didn't know that I was so certainly going to die until just today. Guess I'd better update the will.