"Because I said so."

"No means no."

"Because I'm the mom."

"Because I make the rules."

"There is no why."

"Because I'm in charge."

As most of the world knows by now I had an abdominal hysterectomy on April 12th.

My uterus, aka the Fruit Bowl, was removed along with my cervix, and according to my surgeon, the whole kit and kaboodle was even bigger than she expected.

The 8-inch incision that spans my lower abs continues to remind me of my physical limitations.

I am into my third week post-op and I am Recovering...in more ways than one.

I have totally lost my Orlando mojo and am once again in a funk.

That didn't take long, now did it?

Interrupted sleep kills me. The bedwetting of three combined with the flu of one and the "nightmares" of all does not leave a mom with much shut-eye.

Then a mom without shut-eye becomes a grumpy, grouchy b witch.

I hate feeling like this. I know I am short and snappy. I see it...I clearly see it...but I can't seem to shake it.

I took some time the other day to look through some old photos on the computer and that helped. A lot. So while I'm in the midst of thinking I am doing everything wrong, these pictures reminded me that along the way, I've done some things right.