As some of you so graciously pointed out to me, it is now Saturday. Life is mostly good with a little of the not so great thrown in to keep things interesting.
When last we met I told you I had nothing going on after I picked the kids up from play practice at 5:30. Wednesday night I should have been using my time to clean the kitchen, put the stuff back under the sink, catch up on laundry, go through the junk pile (really “pile” should be plural, maybe even the plural of plural, but I don’t want you all to know what an incredible slob I am) on the counter and that sort of thing. Instead I was curled up in the big green chair trying not to move for fear my head would explode (a common happening for migraine sufferers) and ended up going to bed between 9:30 and 10:00.
Whilst I happily snoozed and dreamed of a clean kitchen, healthy puppies and chocolate that makes you lose weight the phone rang. Looking at the clock as I picked up the receiver, I was not pleased to see it was 4:00. It was Todd. He had left Princeton at 2-ish because he felt so horrible and didn’t want me to freak out when I heard the garage door open in the next 15 minutes or so. “Just go back to sleep and I’ll see you when you come down. I’m going to hang downstairs with Sookie and probably snooze on the couch.”
So I rolled over to go back to sleep, but all I could think about was all the stuff in the middle of the kitchen floor and the nasty dishes and the junk piles (we’ve already established the extent of this). I thought I’d had until Friday to get the house back into some semblance of order! Todd is not a demanding man and I thank God daily for that, but seriously the kitchen looked condemnable.
Finally I dozed off for another 30 minutes or so until my alarm went off and I came downstairs to the man and the dog curled up on the couch, blissfully asleep. I hated that he had to come home because he was sick, but it made going to work on Thursday so much easier on me for worrying about Sookie.
Todd went to the doctor that day and he was diagnosed with a severe case of bronchitis – which we already knew. He had a horrible case of pneumonia several years ago and ever since then he’s been terribly susceptible to bronchitis. Sookie wasn’t eating, drinking or taking her medicine so he took her to the vet and had her admitted for IV fluids and antibiotics.
Thursday night was another one of those nights – work late; pick up Katie and Shelby at 4:00; get home close to 4:30; leave at 5:30 to get Taylor to play practice and Katie to voice lessons by 6:00 (I like taking Katie to voice, though, because I sit and read for 30 minutes); go from voice lessons to the church for band practice because Katie is singing Sunday night; leave band practice and pick up Taylor at 9:00.
Friday mornings are when I get to hang out with my Homies. I always come away revived and had really been looking forward to my weekly refreshing. BUT… I hadn’t been able to do my laundry or clean or anything so I skipped the Homies and tried to catch up on laundry. I didn’t finish, but I did make a significant dent.
Todd was home with bronchitis; Katie ended up staying home from school with a sore, scratchy throat and major head congestion; Taylor texted me from school (bad Taylor!) asking if I could come pick him up because he felt horrible, but he decided it was allergies and he thought he could probably make it the rest of the day; Sookie was at the animal hospital. It was like the plague or something! Happily, though, I picked up the Sookster and she is back to her normal, hyper self. She’s eating, drinking, jumping, playing – all that stuff and her nose is wet! She is on a ton of medicine and they’re still not sure what caused the fever, but I’m happy she’s doing so much better.
Which brings us to today. Sookie is good. Katie is good. Taylor is good. My kitchen is CLEAN. No junk piles and no dirty dishes. The laundry still isn’t caught up because Taylor did his laundry all day and it’s too late for me to start now. Wine club is in an hour.
The only bad thing in the mix is Todd. Well, HE’S not bad, but he is bad sick. Now I’ve mentioned this several times before and I’ll say it again. Compassion is not my thing. It doesn’t matter how many times I take a spiritual gifts inventory, compassion is always looooooow. (That means really, really low.) But even I feel bad for him. His fever will hardly break and he says he feels like an elephant is sitting on his chest. He was really looking forward to getting together with the neighbors this evening, too. I guess I’ll just have to have a good enough time for both of us!
So life is much better today, just as I prayed it would be. Todd shouldn’t have to travel for a few weeks and hopefully he’ll start to feel better ASAP. I sure am glad God is more merciful than I am!!
Here’s an aside. Taylor loves shock value. Really a lot. He was waiting for Kristen to come over this afternoon and she was bringing a sack of sugar that she’s going to have to take care of for a class she has at school. He said they were going to decorate it together. “What?” I asked. And he said, “When Kristen gets here we’re going to make a baby together.” Oh yes he did!! Those exact words!! Not something a mother wants to hear her 16-year-old say! I have no idea where he gets that sort of behavior.