The smell of hairspray is thick in the air from the Halloween get-ups. Oh, the pictures I will have…my girl picked a humdinger this year.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier to see a Monday.
Good things happened in the weekend, but it was a busy one. OK, not just busy~ it was a hard one.
Greyley’s school play performances were finally here~ Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Indigo and I went to all three. Greyley did an excellent job. She played a couple parts~ Hayseed in Henry the X and another character who accidentally shoots herself with her bow and arrow and has to die a slow death. The joke in the play is that they’re students in detention who put on plays and so the acting is rough and everything that can go wrong with the props, does. At first, it was awkward~ not sure what is supposed to happen and what is on purpose, but each performance was better and better. By the 3rd show, Indigo was informing people, “That’s part of the play…” As usual, everyone in the audience was laughing at HIM, because he laughs SO HARD. Oh my, there was this drum scene…he lost it.
Church was good yesterday. Our pastor is talking about the 5 Keys to Starting Over/Moving Forward. They’re really practical, useful keys based on Scripture and yesterday, specifically the book of Ruth. It is really timely for me and I’m excited to put these steps to use. I’ll probably be writing more about this at some point…
Nate was out of town. We missed him terribly and will be so happy to pick him up this afternoon.
I’m stressed about a work deadline. UGH. Makes my stomach drop to think of all I have to do. I kept thinking I’d make progress over the weekend and that didn’t get close to happening until last night. Whew.
I had a meltdown about my daughter’s room. I told her if she wanted to live, she better get her act together and CLEAN HER ROOM. I’m scared of me, I don’t know why she isn’t. Well, she is for about a minute and then something distracts her and she’s forgotten…remember that spacey thing? It’s a good thing I can relate, is all I have to say about that.
Indigo had a really bad asthma attack on Saturday afternoon. I saw it coming, but didn’t expect it to get that bad. A lot of times, what is really asthma coming on looks like hyper and yes, even obnoxious behavior. I know this and still, somehow, it manages to catch me off guard. He cried later just thinking about it and said he thought he was having a heart attack. This is enough to send me on a downward spiral. He breaks my heart. I HATE seeing my children sick. It’s just the most awful thing imaginable.
Greyley had a migraine and right as we were leaving for her play’s cast party, she was throwing up. She wanted to go SO badly that she got up and was trying to still go~ that girl, she is such a trooper. She breaks my heart. I had to be the heavy and say, NO.
So, basically, my heart was in tatters. How is that for dramatic. And isn’t it funny how I just turned that into being all about me. Sigh. This mothering job is hard. Every human emotion possible is hovering, waiting to be played out, at all times. Some days, it’s just too much to feel it all and I am thankful when the day comes to an end…when I can sleep and wake to a new day.
~ Deep Breath ~
We all slept well. I’ve got a cup of Peet’s in me and working on the 2nd. Things are already looking up.