Now let's see...where did I leave off? Oh yes, we had made it through the week with the girls and this week we were off of school duty. No plans, nothing to do, nowhere to go, just free time. Hah.
So I slept very, very badly the night before last. I woke up with a totally stuffed up nose and a rumbling stomach. I crawled out of bed and into my warm chair and sandwiched myself between the jumbo sized heating pad and the heated throw. And it was COLD. The temperature had taken a dive overnight and although the heater was actually keeping up with it, it was still very chilly. A little while later I got a call from Kat, asking if I would pick up the girls and keep them through dinner, so the parents could have a little one on one dinner. Sure, I said, although my stomach slapped my face for being so agreeable. I told my stomach to shut up, we would get through it. So I picked up my little angels from school, and they were so excited to come to Grandma's house. I could never have said no. But I did let them watch TV, instead of having something planned for us to do. Did I mention how mindless TV is these days?
Air fried chicken nuggets, fish sticks, hush puppies, and french fries, with a side of pineapple chunks, which Arya politely declined. I had forgotten she is not a fan. After dinner it was time to go home, and we had an interesting conversation on the way.
I could hear Arya in the back seat talking to herself. Grandma's not so scary...Of course I interjected, I hope you don't think Grandma is scary! No Grandma, it's from a movie. Oh, okay. From there we got into a discussion about Grandmas and Grandpas and they asked me if some grandparents were scary and mean. I told them, yes, there certainly are. I told them that sometimes mean kids can
grow up to be mean mommies and daddies and mean grandmas and grandpas. They could not wrap their little minds around that. WHY would anybody be mean to their grandchildren? I really didn't have an answer, except to tell them that that is why we need Jesus, to help us be kind. I dropped them off at the door, thankful that they had come, and thankful that I had made it through and could now take it easy. Which I did.
But I still didn't sleep well. I woke up at five AM and thought I was dying. The room was like a sauna. I got up to go see Mrs. Murphy, and on the way back checked out the thermostat. Which some fool had set to SEVENTY EIGHT. My Lord. I might said some somewhat loud words as I moved the dial waaaay back down to 71. Then I went back to bed and dreamed I was a drug dealer. However, even in my dream I could not forsake who I am in real life, a drug hater to the core, and turned it all around by the end of the dream, so that I was an anti drug dealer. And then I overslept. And I didn't feel well all day. It was a tense day, full of sharp words and I just felt kind of depressed and aimless. My friend's son is in the hospital and sedated, his body taken over with sepsis. We don't know if he will make it. Prayers have been prayed all around, today.
Around two PM, I went in the office and started working on the Toilet Paper Christmas Choir, which is coming along nicely. I was beginning to enjoy myself, actually, when the Mr. came in and said Hey let's get out of here for awhile. I was game, and so I put on my shoes, took out the dog for a whee before we left, and then we started driving. We ended up in Sherman, although I wasn't thrilled that my husband had chosen Office Depot as his destination. Sigh. Boring. We looked at desks, and chairs, and pens, and I left there in a better mood, somewhat. Five and Below, nothing but junk. Saw some plastic nutcrackers I considered buying for Katie, but they were THIRTY FIVE DOLLARS. No thank you. Then we drove across the street and ended up in Target. I don't love Target, but this is where I was finally able to shed the day's melancholy, and actually crack a smile. When we got into the store the Mr. talked me into riding one of the old people carts instead of walking. He also got into one, to my surprise, and away we went! Not exactly zipping around the store, however, but more like the speed of sloth, talking about Christmas as we rolled slowly along. His aim was electronics, and knowing this, I took a turn and promptly ended up at a dead end with him behind me. In front of me was a post I couldn't get around, and a lady in front of that, and people on all open sides. The clerk was trying to have a phone conversation with someone while all these people milled about. I turned around to the Mr. Back up! I said. He put his cart in reverse, and so did I, and all the way back down the aisle, we both BEEP BEEP BEEPED our way out of our dead end situation, and laughing hysterically all the way. I thought the Mr. was going to fall out of his seat he was laughing so hard.
So we bought a couple of things, and I felt better. A lot better. In fact, sitting in Chili's a while later, enjoying a burger and some fries, and listening to Elton John belt out Get Back, Honkeycat, I looked at my handsome husband across from me and reflected that everything was A OK. The friend's son's was doing better, although still not awake. The burger was really good, and I only ate half, knowing my future self would thank me later. And somehow, the Mr. had cajoled me into the Christmas Spirit, although it was with kicking and screaming that I went.
A trip by the coffee shop was the cherry on top of the Veteran's Day cake. I had a sip and put it up 'til tomorrow, another thing my future self will thank me for, and something to look forward to.
Tomorrow is Wednesday, and there are no plans. I think I will work on the TPCC some more and also I think I will invite Auntie Kathy to the Big Goodwill and the Habitat store, on Friday. Will be nice to visit and I haven't seen her since her birthday.
Cheers.
Thank you, Lord, for Angel granddaughters, who can't fathom mean grandparents, Handsome veteran husbands who love their wives, and that we can come to you with thanks and requests. Thank you that you hear our cries and answer our prayers. You make this life worth living.
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