Tuesday, August 7, 2007  Monkey Trouble  I took Spaz and Baby to
the ENT today. Spaz was wearing his t-shirt that reads, "Hello,
my name is Trouble". A lady looked at his shirt and asked him,
"What's your name? Is it really trouble?" Spaz nodded
affirmative. Then he changed his mind and told her, "No, it's
not Trouble. It's Monkey Trouble." That's my boy. Anyway, his
airway is blocked by his tonsils and adenoids and he'll need
surgery to remove them so he can breath and sleep better. This
marks the eighth surgery that my kids have had. :( I had to get
up at 6:45 this morning and if you know me at all, you know that
I don't do mornings. In fact, I called my friend, Sue, on the
way to the doctor's office so we could chat and catch up. When
she saw my number on her caller ID, she thought I'd been in an
accident or something because she knows I don't speak before
9:00 am. So, I'm about to pass out from sheer exhaustion. Now I
know why the rest of the world goes to bed before 2:00 am. This
is the end of my post fo