Okay so I got sick. It happened. I came home Thursday just hoping the Vick’s would fix everything and I would be good as new for work Friday. That didn’t happen. Not at all. I couldn’t even get out of bed Friday morning; I can’t remember even hearing the house being awake. I’m supposed to get up at 5:15 to take the soccer player to his zero period and I slept straight through. Lucky I have a really great partner who just did what had to be done and didn’t even wake me because he knew I needed the rest. He then took the littlest and only girl to school and I slept and slept and slept. I didn’t realize I could sleep so much! Lucky I had the weekend to rest up however I received an unexpected invitation to a funeral on Saturday and I felt I could muster up enough energy to be there for my friend. I got up late Saturday and oh boy the house! My guy and the house it’s not exactly his priority like it is mine. The accumulation of shepherd hair was all I could see, I felt like every square inch I looked I saw clumps of hair. I had to vacuum, I just did! Or else I wouldn’t be able to fully relax, I’m working on this issue. It shouldn’t be so important. I also felt this urgency to strip our “sick” bed sheets and wash them in very hot water. I thought I was doing pretty well; I got all this stuff done before I headed out. I didn’t take a picture at the funeral I attended. I didn’t think I should. It wasn’t my grandpa after all. I was there to support my friend and I love her family very much. They are such a beautiful family and when I say beautiful I mean on the inside and most definitely on the outside. My friend’s mom reminds me of a mix of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and Audrey Hepburn, just a very stunning lady and just as beautiful inside. It felt like an honor to be a part of this day. It was small, it was meaningful and the music was simple and pure. I had a hard time leaving my friend on this day. I rarely get to see her since she moved to Arizona a decade ago so having coffee and reminiscing was so nice. She and I both have 18 year old young men who graduated this past June from high school and all we can remember is sitting side by side breastfeeding them together as our husbands played cards in the other room.
Which brings me to this, as I drove home from the day’s events I got a call from my oldest, he had run out of gas on his way home from work and needed my help. I was already out and about so I could help him out. It was a long night and lucky the only thing I had to do after church yesterday was rest. I sat in a recliner most of the day, using tissue after tissue as I read “Mansfield Park” and I do like the character Fanny very much. I can relate to her, I really can. I was craving limeade from Sonic so my guy went and got me a really big one, we shared it. He is so good that way. I don’t have many pictures to share either cause it was just a real weird kind of weekend.
Lastly my girl the littlest and only one, she is trying out for her 6th grade cheer team. Oh boy, I’m so nervous for her. There are more than 20 girls trying out and they can only have 10 total on the team. She already had her small group at church pray like this “I pray I make the team, but if I don’t I pray I will be okay with it” This morning she told me, “Mom, I have never tried out for anything in my whole entire life” Big deep breaths. I can only hope she does make the team that would be amazing. But she even said if she doesn’t, she can always try again next year. I hope she stays so resilient.