Remember when your kids were babies and you used to make up stupid little songs (in your idiotic new parent voice!) about everything they did? I dare any of you to deny that you sung little tunes like “this is the way we wipe the poop, wipe the poop, wipe the poop”. Remember those annoying Raffi songs? Something about eating apples and bananas?? Tell me you didn’t tweak the words to fit whatever your kids were doing at the time. Tell me you didn’t sing those Barney songs when you needed the room cleaned up: “clean up; clean up; everybody everywhere … clean up; clean up; everybody do their share”. I thought the days of stupid song singing were over. My girls are teenagers; no one is singing songs about poop.
Not so fast, cancer girl!!!! I’m now finding myself dealing with the mundane tasks associated with surgery the same way I dealt with the mundane tasks of being a new mom. Like a dope, I’m humming little songs to myself, “this is the way we empty the drains, empty the drains, empty the drains; this is the way we empty the drains so early in the morning”.
Word to the wise: call before stopping by our house. I’m guessing it would be disturbing if you heard a 46 year old woman singing songs about surgical drains.
P.S. Can anyone think of any catchy tunes for chemo? reconstruction?
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