Pee Bags and Grandchildren ... A Dangerous Combination

Every Sunday for almost 2 years "A" and I get to host a wonderful family Sunday nights. This is one of the highlights of the week and the 2 -3 hour event has continuously been a hoot.

Of course I am referring to my son's family (I wish my daughter's was close by so they could attend). So last night, even though I was having problems with my piping system that ends with the capture of the product into a bag, "A" and I had the family over for supper. I am amazed at how revitalized I can become when a 6 year, a 1 1/2 year old and a 3 month old human being is around me. I feel very close to God when I am with them.

We were having a great time. My middle grandson, Demetrius, is adorable, funny and humble all at the same time. He is one of the reasons I want to grow up. I want to watch him become successful and happy, but more importantly, I want to be there to wipe his tears from his face when he is feeling as "low as dirt". My grandfather did this for me, I am I still remember the hugs I received from him. Maybe that is why I enjoy hugging?

Back to the story. We were having fun. My feet were on the coffee table, my legs were elevated and I was holding my granddaughter. ALL OF A SUDDEN, my "A" jumped to her feet and made the save of the day. My Demetrius unplugged the bottom of my pee bag. One wrong move on my part and we would have had quite a mess. The day was saved by "A", Demetrius thought this was a great game and I have a wonder memory in my quest to slay the monster. Thanks Demetrius.

I am off to the Dr. G this morning to get my staples out. The next steps is arranging to get my catheter removed. Oh joy ... diapers. Well at least I will have something in common with 3 of my grandchildren, Bohdan, Demetrius and Aaliyah. It will be a race to see who can shed these great inventions first ... game on!