These six AM wake ups are brutal! I heard the alarm and ignored it, of course. Just five more minutes. But then the phone rang and I was completely awake. Was up and downstairs before the girls got here, and even had the dog outside on a leash for his morning "whiz"ness. The girls came in without me knowing, because I was still in the back yard and were already upstairs when I came back in. Arya's hair was already brushed and braided and festooned with several bows and a lot of butterfly clips, but, she told me, not as many as she would have liked to have in her hair. She would have had more, had mama let her, I gathered. Claire's hair done, in the usual ponytail, I asked the girls what was for breakfast this morning. Pancakes! Agaaain? Yes, definitely. So I started slowly descending the stairs, one step at a time. The knees these days are just almost useless. About three steps in Claire joined me. She took my hand. Let's hold hands, she said. Cause you're an old lady, Grandma, she said as we rounded the landing. I feigned outrage, of course. Grandma...OLD? Inside I was cracking up.
On the way to school we played a rousing game of what they call "Baby Grandma". This is where they offer Grandma, and sometimes Grandpa all kinds of horrible food, and "Baby" Grandma puts on a Three Stooges voice and pretends to be a very bad baby, who won't eat anything they offer. Broccoli is always on the menu. Sometimes they offer me cake. Sometimes I pretend to eat it. Sometimes they ask me what I want and I will answer. I want some chocolate cake! Ok, Grandma, here is your chocolate cake! NO! No chocolate cake! I want....lemon ice cream! Ok, Grandma, here is your lemo-NO! No lemon ice cream! I don't WANT lemon ice cream...I want...strawberry donuts, yeah, that's what I want! Ok, Grandma....you get the message. They get such a kick out of me acting like a bad grandma, who won't eat her vegetables. They do their best to cajole me into eating whatever they are offering, giving me a hundred reasons why I should eat broccoli, but Baby Grandma never gives in to the better angels of her nature in the back seat of the car.
After a short stop at the local gym, we made it back home and went right into the routine of the day. I was tired, but I don't think I even fell asleep in my chair today. Instead, The Mr. and I went outside to the patio with a pair of clippers. He sat in the rocking chair in the morning sun, and I shaved his head and beard. We talked, while he rocked. Then he shook himself free of excess hair and went back inside. I swept off the patio and raked the leaves out of the sidewalk area. Tortured the ants that had tortured me a few days ago, by flooding their nest with water. I watered what is left of the garden, which isn't much. Then Alyssa and I went shopping. She is home for the weekend, and we went over to the Walmart, and looked at sweaters and electronic accessories. I picked up around the house, and did some light cleaning in my bedroom, when my eye caught my bedside table. The Mr. has accused me of being obsessed with reading glasses. I denied that. Pshh...I mean really...why would he think that...just cause I bought some last week at TJ Maxx, and then forgetting to grab the bag at the counter, spent the whole next week scheming to get back up there to get them. I finally did, yesterday, and I put the new ones next to the remaining old ones, the old ones, consisting of several pair I got off of Amazon a couple of months ago. For some reason, when one of the old pairs broke, I felt I needed to "restock", I guess. So now I have...TEN! TEN PAIRS OF READING GLASSES! Alyssa came upstairs for a minute, and standing by my bed, she looked over and saw them all there...Why....why, Mom, do you have SO MANY reading glasses. What can I say? I guess I AM obsessed. I have a pair for every room in the house and for the car, too. Wherever I am, I will be able to read, without having to search for a pair. Makes sense to me! But it does look just a bit odd, when they are all in one place.
Ally cooked, and The Mr. cooked a tri tip brisket. I am stuffed. And so tired. Tomorrow evening we will be having the Williamson's over for Taco night, games, and a little powwow about plans for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving! How can this be? It's too soon! The girls are excited about Taco night. When they got out of the car this morning, I said, See you tomorrow for Taco night! They both ran off, yelling ta-CO NIGHT!
This has been a curiously satisfying day. Our school week with the girls is done. We made it through an entire five days of six O 'Clock wakeup calls, hair brushings, breakfasts, morning cartoons, arguments over "who gets to ride behind Grandma" and sitting in the drop off line for vast amounts of time, and playing "Baby Grandma". WORTH IT. So Worth it.
Thank you, Lord, for giving us the the stamina to be good grandparents, those girls are worth it. Thank you, Lord, for the end of the week, when everything grinds to a halt for rest. As our heads hit the pillow, may our last thoughts before we sleep be of You, and our first thoughts as morning breaks be of gratitude to you, for you are GOOD, and you have been good to us.
This is not all...I have more...too many? Nah.
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