So today started rough. Let me lay it out for you.

I woke up early because DS#1 was hollering to get up. I wake up with watery, crusty eye sensitive to light. Nice. So I put on my glasses (which I just don't see was well with) vs my contacts and go and get him. We get up and rolling and I take DS#2 downstairs , turn around to go downstairs and I slip and fall. Nice. So I've got a massive rug burn from my knee (which already has a huge bruise form falling on Friday) to the TOP of my foot (that'll feel great when I put my shoe on). Ok, so I gather myself back up and get DS some breakfast. Time to find out what kind of vision insurance we have. I can't wear my last set of contacts due to infection and I need to get this cleared up. Turns out my insurance will pay for one exam. So I just call my OB/GYN and he calls me in a Rx for pink eye. Yeah for my Dr! Anyway call up my eye Dr and let them know I've got pink eye and I'm starting on a rx today and that I need to make an appt for a contacts exam. First they try telling me that I need to see the eye Dr for the pink eye. Um, I'm a nurse, I know pink eye. I know that just adds more $$ to your pocket to confirm what I already know. Nope. Not to mention you don't have anyone in today to even see me! Just make me an appt for my contacts exam. She gives me 2 weeks from Friday. Um! I can't stand my glasses. I'm able to get moved up to Next Monday. Sucks. DH and I have a "date" Sat. night. Oh well- I can rock glasses sexy! So I get that taken care of. Check on AFC- find that awesome stamp deal , I've wanted one of these for a while. So I suck it up and blow the $5 it costs me. We're tight this week. Can't wait for payday! Then my Mom calls. By this time it's about 9:30. That means 6:30 AM where she's at. WHY?! Turns out my Grandma's biopsy is today vs what I thought was next week. On the phone with her- get rolling on this cake I'm supposed to make for my Aunt's office (I this Aunt- she rocks, as do all of em really...) anyway. I get a call back from my Mom. Grandma's cancer is "acting up". Hummm, lets decpher that. She's had 2 kinds of cancer for 10 years. She's one of half a dozen people to have that combination in the world. Her labs have shown that she's been doing great! Take a biopsy of her lymph and shows that it's there. Well, yeah. It's been there. We're going to just have to wait for bone marrow results now. It's upsetting. When my Aunt took her to see Grandpa's grave (who passed away one year ago May 1st) she told my Aunt to tell him that she's not ready to hang with him yet. So back off. My family is a riot! So, we're waiting now. Tick Tock. Hopefully we'll have some good news that she's still under control and will be ok to continue on as she has before.

That's my day thus far. It's almost 11 am. Break time yet?

Shall I continue?
So I make my cake. I've counted and I've JUST enough eggs. I'm getting ready to break the last egg into the bowl for the cake part and I drop it on the floor!! AHH!! So I call my wonderful neighbor- saved egg there! Got the cake in the oven. Have to filling cooling in the fridge- btw it tastes so good!- Get Jackson some lunch and put the baby down. Time to take the cake out of the oven--darn thing sure looks small. Apparently this isn't one of those nice tall cakes I had envisioned. Sucker is about an inch high. Now this is where I don't know what happened with me. I cool that baby off. I've got my nice two layers all ready. I'm SUPPOSED to cut each layer in half again to make 4. I'm doubting I'll do it. But then again I've got this nice fancy little cutter tool...I can do it. Nope apparently not. I cut it crooked and went from the middle of the cake to the bottom about 1/2 way through. Ok. So I won't make 4 layers. I hope it "glues" it's self back together because I'm out of eggs and running out of time. I continue on. I stack er up add the filling do a crumb layer and decide what I can make WITHOUT eggs. No bakes. Ok. I whip those babies up. Get a call back from my OB/GYN the wonderful man has called in a Rx for my eye. Staring at the no bakes. They sure are ugly cookies. Know what fixes ugly cookies. Drizzle icing. So I drizzle some white chocolate on top- viola- fancy!

Get a call in. Grandma has lymphoma. Duh. This we knew. So we're back to waiting to find out if it's flared up again or not. Wish us luck.