Denial

My mind is in denial. Struggling not to think of papa and his operation tomorrow. Everything's normal for me....although mama's already thinking of what to bring and how she's gonna eat in the hospital. I already know my routine starting tomorrow...wake up, prepare brkfst, send PG off to school, go to Capitol, run errands for mama (who'd probably agitated already), prep papa before the operation, wait for him to be back in the room, fetch PG at 2pm, back to Capitol then go home by 7 or 8 pm. Oh am not yet done. Once home, feed the dogs, prepare PG and his stuff for school, then once he's asleep, go online and work from home. Whew. Hopefully I'd be awake long enough to get through the call with Scott and the cap plan call.

Am thinking of all these so that I wouldn't worry how papa would be...how his operation would be. I strongly believe nothing would go wrong, it's a simple procedure and it'll be over soon. Nothing to fuss about. No need to overthink. Right?

'Nuff said.