It’s Kile’s birthday today. (Yeah… happy FREAKIN’ birthday, huh?) I’m not going to divulge how old he is but a) chances are if you looked back in the archives I’ve mentioned it at one point or another and you can do the math and b) I will say this: he is 5 1/2 years older than I am. OLD MAN. I love to tell him that. Of course, on this particular birthday he’s behaving older than usual, poor thing.

He’s wearing sweats, had to have his mom help him wash his hair (he can’t take a shower until after his post-op appointment on Thursday so he had to do some slick maneuvering), he walks with a slow shuffle and holds a pillow over his belly to deflect crazy dog attacks.

Right now, he’s kicked back in his mom’s recliner just opposite me, head on one pillow, another on his belly, snoring as he sleeps off his latest dose of ibuprofen. Despite all the time it took me yesterday to secure his super-duper-painkiller prescription, we have since decided that perhaps those are best at night or maybe NEVER since they are sort of the tools of the devil. I have no idea how people get addicted to those things, they’re such a pain in the ass to start with.

Meanwhile, I’m still pretty pooped, but then again, I haven’t slept well the last several nights and it’s been go, go, go all day long. I did make Kile a purty cake today and birthday cards are signed and ready. We’re doing a barbecue over at his sister’s place tonight (Harry is excited, they have “Guitar Hero” over there). I hope he thinks it’s a decent birthday. Obviously, it could have been better. But all things considered, I’ll take this.

I have no idea when we’ll be going back to Reno. Obviously, our plan of going back tomorrow is pretty much out of the question since his post-op appointment is Thursday afternoon. At that point, why not stay through Father’s Day? A lot will depend on what his doctor has to say. I’m fully prepared, at this point, to drive us home, anticipating him not being able to. Not that I’ve ever driven from Elko to Reno before, but there’s always a first time, right?

God help us.

Sooooo…. we may stay a while longer. Who knows? I’ve got no schedule here. I’m just taking each day as it comes for now. And that’s saying something because I’m a planner and planners have a hard time just taking each day as it comes.

I’m putting it out of my mind tonight by taking the time to wish my sweetie pie a happy birthday and hoping that we have many, many more together.