Week out of surgery and I thought that I was going to be feeling a lot better and moving around better. Not the case at all, I think that I tried to do to much this weekend, but it was hard not to because the kids were here and my boo came over. Thank goodness he was here cause he helped cook and kept the mood light, which is always good. It was good seeing the kids, but the arguing and tattle telling wore me thin, so my friend came and picked them up for me. Hopefully when I go to the doctor on Tuesday he will tell me everything is fine and I can eat some real food. Soup, noodles, yogurt and crackers are getting really old. I want Chillis so bad that I can already taste the food mmm mmm mmm. Since I can't have it now, guess I will eat me some crackers and go to bed.