I get by with a little help from my friends.

So, a couple of weeks ago I had a real annoying surgery. And, no, it wasn't a b00b job or a tummy tuck. I said it was an annoying surgery not an awesome one. And then a week after my annoying surgery I got an even more annoying infection.

It turns out that there really isn't enough morphine available to me to make a hospital stay fun. Wrong again!

Anyway, my point is this: I haven't been able to do anything for weeks and it turns out it's not awesome. I'm getting snarkier by the minute, I have forgotten to shower multiple times, and my children's screen time limit has been evil laughed right out the window. Mua-ha-ha-ha-ha.

The most demoralizing part of this entire situation is this little screen that has popped up more times than I dare admit:

This is so right:

And, actually, that wasn't the point at all. This is the real point: I have been so blessed by my friends and family. It's so weird to accept help from people, but lemmetellya, sometimes it is just absolutely necessary. Poor Bode wouldn't have had his average of seven meals per day to eat the past two weeks if it weren't for my amazing friends. And that just wouldn't be ok.

People have fed us, and driven my kids places, and made sure the laundry was done. They have delivered my Starbucks drink, and sat in waiting rooms with Andy, and held my hospital gown together while I attempted to walk the halls at 0.0005 miles per hour.

If you do not have people that will do this for you, you need to get yourself some quick. Because someday you are going to need someone to shut you up when you are babbling maniacally to a young, cute anesthesiologist or to demand a nurse give you something to help you sleep, or to let themselves into your house with their hands full of your dinner so you don't have to get up.

This is real friendship. This is real love.

I've never been more thankful for my church family in my life. And as soon as I am up and able I am going to pay it forward so hard! I can't wait!

Find a church. I promise you the people there will not be perfect. In fact, they will be pretty messed up, and the church will not do things exactly the way you want them to. They may not sing the songs you like all the time. Someone may will accidentally hurt your feelings. But, they will love you. They will love your family. And you will love them back. It's worth getting past whatever it is you have to get past. Love and relationships are always worth it.