I have always thought there were 7 days in a week. From kindergarten I was under the impression that a week consists of 7 days where ever you may live. There are seven days in a week in China. Seven days in a week in South Africa and seven days in a week even in space. Apparently I have been misinformed.
According to The Man there are 3 days in a week. Yes, I said THREE. I don't know where he learned this but I tend to think it is a part of being a man. Husband used to have the same problem. Sometimes when I would ask the man in my life to do something like changing the wiper blades on my car, , (like I would ever ask him to do that), he would say, "Sure, I'll get to it this week". Three of MY weeks later I would still be waiting for the job to get done. Apparently a week in a mans world can be any number of days from three to three hundred or more. It is a puzzle to me.
The occasions for short weeks are when I am sick or recovering from something.
This past Monday I had a small skin cancer cut out of my foot. It turned out to be a big nothing. The Moh's surgery only took one cut to remove all the cancerous cells. Because of the location on the side of my foot I had to go to a plastic surgeon to have the incision closed. It took a few stitches covered with a large compression bandage and the instructions to keep my foot elevated and STAY OFF MY FEET FOR A WEEK !! No problem ! Except that foolish me figured on SEVEN FULL DAYS of rest and relaxation sitting in a chair with my foot resting on a pillow while The Man took care of me. I didn't expect breakfast in bed, although that would have been lovely, but I did hope for at least a few nights of not having to stand in the kitchen cooking dinner.
Apparently I am delusional ! I should know better. I have been to this rodeo before.
The evening of the surgery I did get to sit with my foot up thanks to my oldest child and his wife. They bought us dinner and had it delivered. (They live in Georgia) Unfortunately The Man and I had had a big burger on our way home from the doctor so we weren't hungry for dinner. The second day I was making my own breakfast when our good friends Jeanne and Frank called to say they were in Florida and would like to come over and bring dinner. Because we had plenty of food from Kyle and Bridget's delivery we had dinner all ready here. The 4 of us enjoyed a wonderful chicken dinner that I heated up. Jeanne brought other food and dessert so we were all full. I will give The Man credit because he did the entire clean-up. Way to go Mr Man. !!!!!! Last night I heated up some left over Chili that The Man had made over the previous weekend and once again he did the clean up. (I must say here that just putting dishes in the dish washer is exhausting for the poor guy. I REALLY appreciate all he does. It's not easy for him.)
And now we come to today and our THREE day week. "Keep my foot up for ONE WEEK". Doctors orders. "KEEP OFF MY FEET FOR ONE WEEK". Doctors orders. I understand that but apparently the issue lies in how many days make up YOUR week ?!
This morning The Man decided we needed to work on the menu for Super Bowl Sunday. It will just be the two of us and Jeanne and Frank. The Man decided we should not do a meal, rather just finger food like wings and chips. We were sitting together making up a shopping list when The Man looked at me and asked me if I was going to the store today. STORE ????? SHOPPING CARTS ?????? PARKING LOTS ?????? WALKING ???????
I was very good. I very calmly reminded him that I was not supposed to be WALKING !!!!!!!!! To which I got an, "Oh right. We can go tomorrow". Today is DAY THREE post surgery. Tomorrow is DAY FOUR post surgery.
That doesn't sound like a week to me !
