Vanilla Pudding.

So, I had two out of three wisdom teeth pulled out on Friday. Not a fan so far. It's not so much the discomfort; I can deal with the pain, (though my medicine hardly seems to be helping) it's the fact that I'm so HUNGRY. I've had maybe two real meals since Thursday night, and I've lost a couple pounds already, which I'm totally okay with, but there's so many foods in my house I want to eat. Phil and I went grocery shopping today, I was just sad at all the food I'm going to miss out on this week while I'm recovering.
Speaking of which, the recovery hasn't been much fun. Again, not because of the feeling of having been jabbed in the jaw multiple times, but because Oakley was throwing up all Saturday, and I had to make Ellie's birthday cake/cupcakes, and I just really wanted to take a nap, but the house smelled like vomit (still does a little, gross!) and I had a one-year-old's party to prepare for.
Today wasn't much better. Still feeling like I've gone ten rounds in the ring, I would not recommend singing at meeting (church) so much, and then trying to visit with others. During potluck, a phone call informing me of a stroke that I couldn't hear half of because Elliot was screaming bloody murder, and Phil was upstairs chasing down Oliver who turns out had diarrhea. All could have gone without.
My only comforts, God has a perfect plan, Wilfred is stable, boys seem to be over their "issues", an excellent throw blanket I bought myself as a present for getting teeth ripped out, and vanilla pudding.
Whining over. I'm going to make myself some Twinings Lady Grey tea. It's going to be great.