Sunday Morning. It was almost enough to keep us home from church. The Mr. hadn't slept, as apparently, he had been smelling it all night. BUT I decided that a little cat pee smell was not going to keep me from church, and so I put Satan behind me, we got dressed and we went. By the time we left most of the smell had dissipated. We never figured out where it came from.
We were late to church. We slid into the very back row, incognito, we hoped. The singers were already at it, and we joined in, really glad to be there. It's been five years since I have been excited about going to church. COVID wrecked my church going, and I have never really recovered. Not that I haven't been going to church. We have been going for several years, to a little Baptist church down the road, but it just never felt quite right.
After church we swung by the house and picked up Ally, and headed to Chuck E Cheese. The place was literally packed like a sardine can. Everybody was milling around, and there were cupcakes everywhere. I bellied up to the bar, I mean, the table, and made small talk with the partygoers, while the kids played. My girls were there, excited about the party, excited about the camping trip they had just come home from, and best of all, excited to see Grandma. And Grandpa, too of course.
After the party and way too much pizza, we dropped Ally back off at school. We were about halfway home when we got a tearful and angry call from her. Can I Uber home? She asked. We asked what was going on in the fifteen minutes since we dropped her off, and she told us that her college dorm mate had been busy while she was gone. She had gone through the room and taken all of Alyssa's stuff and put it in the closet. Literally had gone through her stuff and moved it elsewhere. Of course there is no one to call on a Sunday about the situation. What are you going to do? We advised her the best we could. We told her no, you cannot Uber back home. You must stay and deal with the situation. Don't let her push you out, I told her. Don't give her what she wants. Hold your ground and report her, tomorrow. Talk to the RA and your counselor. The one thing I knew I could not do was rush down there and interfere. She has to do these things by herself. Mommy and Daddy cannot come to the rescue. I didn't feel good about it as we hung up, and even worse when she texted me that she was going to sleep in the lobby. I told her that would be unsafe, since she lives in a coed dorm. I can only hope she listened to me. We didn't hear from her again, except to ask for some money to buy laundry pods, because she thinks the room mate stole hers. I wish things would go better for her.
character building I told myself. She will look back on this and be a better person for the trials she is going through. She will get through it. Nobody said it would be easy. But my heart aches for her.
Fortunately this will be a short week for her. She will be home on Thursday, and is off next week. The girls will also be out of school, and I have a feeling we will be hitting Urban Air with them, again. And we will finish up the TPCC.
And it's time to shop for Christmas dresses, so we can take the annual Christmas photo. I have an idea, and it's going to be wonderful.
Thank you, Jesus, for beautiful Sunday mornings, and birthday parties, and granddaughters. And thank you, that when we don't know what to do for our adult children, that we can bring them to you in prayer, and trust you to take care of them, when we can't do much except advise.
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