Holy shit. On Monday it will be three weeks til my surgery. HOLY SHIT. I have so damn much to do. There will be people in my house who have never been in my house so it has to be relatively decent enough for humans to enter. I also need several sets of sheets to make sure my sheets stay dog and cat hair free. I need to hit a laundromat to wash all my comforters and place them in bags to keep them hair free so that I can just make my bed when I get home and it's all perfectly clean. (my doors don't stay shut so it's not an option to keep the animals out, and really, I need their comfort during my recouping phase). I think I might even hire one of those teams of maids to come in and vacuum and mop and do all that shit right before. Just in case.
My friend A offered to organize my place but I don't think she knows what she's offering.
I do know that I now have wireless internet, a flat screen tv, a Wii, my usual 8 million DVD's and a surround sound system so I know my guests will have plenty of entertainment. Now if I can just get all MY shit together.
Three weeks til the real me starts to physically emerge.
What a ride.