February 6, 2010


  • Trumpeter Swan, serene on top, paddling like mad under the surface.  Yup I fit that description.

    Yesterday was rather...long.

    In the morning Rob drove into H&R to do our taxes.  He was hoping he didn't need me to do them, but they've changed policys, and he did.  And *argh*  So the money isn't on its way yet.  He was also hoping to do the instant loan they used to do, but now its 2 days, and that woulda brought us to payday anyhow, so I guess we're just gonna continue praying that the outstanding check stays that way until payday.  We honestly were careful in Seattle with the exception of the bookstore.  But the bookstore would have been fine if it hadn't been for the extra night in the motel, and extra days food.  *sigh*

    Zeria had to bike to the school for a pep ralley.  A friend was supposed to meet her at the front of the school and take her there.  She left too early, and spent an hour waiting for the friend to come get her.  The friend thought she was going to meet her at the office.  And Zeria was too scared to go into the office and ask.  So she stood outside and FROZE.  And finally biked up to the gas station and asked to use the phone.  She was so sad.  *sigh*  By this time Rob was home, so I ran down and got her.  She waited so long she only had about 20 minutes until basketball practice.  So we went and sat and watched the birds and waves at Breakwater, and I comforted her a bit over the whole disaster. 

    When we got to practice we met the friend almost immediately.  She was very apologetic.  And one of the ladies in the office assured Zeria she could have come inside, that they don't bite...they used to but they were cured of it. 

    I understand why Zeria was nervous.  She homeschools.  She's comfy with the gyms, because she's been going there since third grade.  But she's never been inside the main classrooms.  I guess its time for me to walk her in there, and introduce her to the ladies there, so she knows where to find a phone in case something stupid like this happens again.

    After walking Zeria to the gym--normally she walks herself, but she was still a wee bit upset about missing the pep ralley, I headed home.   Rainee was hungry.  So her and daddy made Jam sugar cookies.  It solved the hungry and the boredom.

    I've had a mildly crampy stomache for over a week now, so I enjoyed the few precious minutes of nobody needing anything.  It was the best ten minutes of the day.

    Rob decided to take the kiddos down to the river at 4:30.  I thought cool, another fifteen of quiet.  Ha!  Almost immediately after that I get a call from the assistant coach to say practice got over early.  *sigh*

    On the way to gym I realize my dads called twice.  More sighs.  I *HATE* being on the phone with him.  I chose to call him on the way to the gym so I could get off quickly.  He pulled the guilt card..about not being able to see us this weekend.

    Does he GET what we went through this week?????  And how the heck is it my fault that his probation counselor didn't return my call????

    *growl*

    I get Zeria, she's waiting in the parking lot for me with the coach.  Everybody else is up at the highschool game.   We head home to eat. 

    It was a loverly day.  I'm sure.  I'm just so stressed, and rather tired of the crampy feeling as well.

    Breakfast Blueberry waffles and syrup.
    Lunch;  Ramen
    Dinner;  Hamburgers with ketchup and mayo
    Snack;  Sugar cookies with Jam
    Late night snack.  Chicken Ramen with sausage.
    Did awesome during the day time.  One asthma run at night, and one return visit with what looked like stinging nettle blisters on her hand.

Comments (2)

  • Blessings, blessings, blessings!!!

  • I think many of us get shy all of a sudden over silly things- I know I do and my kids do too.  It isn't always reasonable or logical.  I find that I just have to "pull myself up by the bootstraps" and tell myself that I'm being unreasonable.  But then again, I got bit by a dog using that logic.  So I guess it is "live and learn" for all of us at all stages of life.

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