I should never have even typed the words - the sleepover has been canceled and Jakob is now running a mild fever and has an ear ache.

Cursed.

Jakob has a sleep over tonight - his very first!

And Satchel might have one too!

I'm too afraid to say it out loud - that we might be childless for one precious night - for fear that if the words do slip from my mouth, Jakob will come down with a terrible flu virus or Satchel will slip down the stairs, fracturing his ankle - or that the other parents will come to their senses and call saying they're sorry, but their baby has come down with a horrible rash and they think it's contagious and they just could not in conscience let Jakob come over...

Instead, I can only walk around the house holding my hands to my mouth, hiding the GIGANTIC smile on my face!

This is the beginning - my favourite time of the year!

Back from the hospital sporting my new tattoo.

I'm tired, cranky and I hurt. And it didn't help that the student doctor who observed the whole procedure by Dr. Lipa and the doctor who assisted looked not much older than Satchel.

This is the miracle bra that was worth the psychological damage caused by standing in the harsh fluorescent glow of the change room at the Bay:

warner's sleek underneath which I purchased on sale for $27 and would definitely recommend for comfort since it's seamless and wireless and provides great support, especially if you've had surgery - like a mastectomy.

And yes, that's me in the picture.

Oh look, there I am again in a different colour.

Jakob: "Did you know your arm hair freezes at night and then melts when you wake up?"

Me: "I had no idea - but this does kind of explain Daddy's pillow."

If you listen closely you will hear the sounds of my seething frustration: SATCHEL HAS LOST HIS BRAND NEW JACKET ALREADY! He drives me insane with everything that goes missing - and now he's trying to blame Paul for it, that Daddy should have looked in the schoolyard.

He is SO close to not reaching puberty.

There is nothing worse than trying on bras at The Bay in their unforgiving change rooms with harsh fluorescent light beating down you - showing off every scar, every new dimple and deformity caused by a mastectomy.

I am in love and her name is Lucy for Lucy cleaned my house today and it looks absolutely fantastic!

But it was also a day of mixed emotions for I had my annual physical and according to the "nurse", I have gained 8 POUNDS since my waifish post-surgery 127. I knew my Kenneth Cole skinny pants were getting a little too tight - I just didn't want to acknowledge it enough to actually do anything about it.

Laughter too prevailed today as I took Satchel to his first-ever skating lesson and he was fabulous - falling a few times but mostly looking like he was running a marathon with broken ankles rather than actually gliding on ice.

Even Jakob looked up from his pile of candies to ask "why is Satchel running?"

I'm sick with a terrible head cold, I'm up to my eyeballs folding laundry, and I'm miserable.

My weekend was a bust - I had to cancel attending an AIDs benefit on Friday night, dinner at friends on Saturday, and apple/pumpkin picking with with the kids on Sunday - which, rumour had it, was an absolutely fabulous day. But I would not be able to confirm this because I instead spent my time in bed, popping pills and drinking tea.

I should never have mocked Cheezits.

My conversation at work -

Me: I'm in my happy place with Cheezits!

S: What? You're in your happy place with Jesus? I don't even know how to respond to that.

Me: Yes, exactly, with Jesus.

This morning, while getting ready for work, I heard the sound of coins jingling meaning the Toothfairy had arrived!

But what I didn't hear was the pitter patter of little feet running to the bathroom to rejoice that fact with us - so out of curiosity I went to Jakob's bedroom to find out what was going on. He was buried in his bed so I poked the pile of blankets and finally he responded with "I got nothing! Nothing! The toothfairy didn't come!"

Weird since I had left $2.50 the night before.

So I did what any time-pressed mother would do - I went back to the bathroom to continue readying for work.

Moments later, Jakob stormed into the bathroom, threw the money on the vanity and yelled "All I got was this! This is CRAP! I don't even want it!"

I said to Paul "He got that from you." and finished putting on make-up.

Jakob lost another tooth this morning.

At this point he would happily remove all his teeth because of the monetary rewards brought by the Toothfairy. Of course he also thinks it's time she upped the ante and started bringing bills - and not just $5 bills either - this pile of change thing just isn't doing it for him.

There will be a calm in my life (and my marriage), beginning in exactly ONE week - the day my BRAND NEW HOUSE CLEANER starts!

I do hope I will love her.

But the stress countdown also begins: how do I organize my house in 7 days so that she actually CAN clean? Other than hiring Amanda (http://positivelyorganized.blogspot.com/) which I would really, desperately, love to do.

I'll start small, one room at a time. One cocktail at a time.

Other than my messy-house-soon-to-be-clean-house news, I have my next round of tattooing scheduled for the 24th (still NOT leaning towards the eyeball), my next mammogram scheduled for early next month, my next appointment with my oncologist scheduled post mammogram and my annual physical with GP next week (where I KNOW she's going to bring up my weight gain).

Rivaling my Mom in number of doctor's appointments is making it incredibly difficult for me to take that much needed trip to Edmonton.

God, I need to go roll around the house and wish for a pair of left over maternity pants. I ate way too much turkey this weekend.

The World's Shortest Fairytale

Once upon a time, a girl asked a guy, "Will you marry me?"

The guy said "No" and the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, drank martinis with friends, always had a clean house, never had to cook, had a closet full of shoes and handbags, stayed skinny, and was never farted on.

The End

Satchel and I participated in the CIBC Run/Walk for the Cure yesterday along with 31,700+ other people and it was...FABULOUS!

Satch had this posted on his back which still feels so surreal to me, that I'm part of this crazy club I still can't believe I signed up for - especially made evident when we were pocketed with the other survivors for the walk, all in our matching pink t-shirts.