Tuesday started out all right:
The kids were happy and healthy. The house was clean-ish. I had the menu figured out for my mom's birthday dinner that night. It was like 70 degrees, so the windows were open and the fresh air was circulating blissfully throughout my house. My sister came over at lunch time to help prepare for my mom's dinner. During the kids' nap time, we left them home with Dylan and went to Starbucks for lattes and some Speed Scrabble.
Then it got weird:
This 50 year old guy interrupted our game and started 'chatting' with us. It wasn't too weird at first, he was just asking questions about what we were playing. Then he started asking if we were twins, who was older, if we ever play regular Scrabble and where (why does it matter where we play regular Scrabble?), and then he smiled and said, "Do you want me to make your days? Are you girls in high school or college?" WEIRD. CREEPY....
Then it got crazy:
Joy and I headed back to my house to make cake and appetizers and soup. The kids got up from their naps. Emma peed her bed so the kids got baths in the middle of the day.
The kids and dog were playing while Joy and I were getting ready for dinner and we heard a thud. Of course it was my kids or Lucy knocking something over, right? Nope, they were right next to me. Actually, it was Grandma falling when she got out of the shower. Dia came. The fire department came. The ambulance came. David came. That's 9 people in Grandma's bathroom. Grandma was banged up and bruised but, praise the Lord, nothing was broken. Grandma, Dia, and the ambulance left. The fire department left. David left. It was 4:45. Suddenly our cul-de-sac seemed pretty empty.
Oh wait, Mom's birthday dinner was to start at 5:30.
And this is why I love my sister:
Without being asked, instructed or even acknowledged, Joy kept my kids entertained and fed, finished making the cake, took over cooking the food, made some phone calls delaying the dinner for 30 minutes, and did the dishes. (Perhaps she should add "initiative taking" and "multi-tasking" to her resume.)
The dinner was great. The cake was fabulous. Mom was celebrated. American Idol premiered. Grandma was patched up in the ER and brought home- a little sore, yet able to walk around and sleep peacefully!
"Through the Lords mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is YOUR faithfulness. 'The Lord is my portion,' says my soul, 'Therefore I hope in Him!'"
Lamentations 3:22-24
The kids were happy and healthy. The house was clean-ish. I had the menu figured out for my mom's birthday dinner that night. It was like 70 degrees, so the windows were open and the fresh air was circulating blissfully throughout my house. My sister came over at lunch time to help prepare for my mom's dinner. During the kids' nap time, we left them home with Dylan and went to Starbucks for lattes and some Speed Scrabble.
Then it got weird:
This 50 year old guy interrupted our game and started 'chatting' with us. It wasn't too weird at first, he was just asking questions about what we were playing. Then he started asking if we were twins, who was older, if we ever play regular Scrabble and where (why does it matter where we play regular Scrabble?), and then he smiled and said, "Do you want me to make your days? Are you girls in high school or college?" WEIRD. CREEPY....
Then it got crazy:
Joy and I headed back to my house to make cake and appetizers and soup. The kids got up from their naps. Emma peed her bed so the kids got baths in the middle of the day.
The kids and dog were playing while Joy and I were getting ready for dinner and we heard a thud. Of course it was my kids or Lucy knocking something over, right? Nope, they were right next to me. Actually, it was Grandma falling when she got out of the shower. Dia came. The fire department came. The ambulance came. David came. That's 9 people in Grandma's bathroom. Grandma was banged up and bruised but, praise the Lord, nothing was broken. Grandma, Dia, and the ambulance left. The fire department left. David left. It was 4:45. Suddenly our cul-de-sac seemed pretty empty.
Oh wait, Mom's birthday dinner was to start at 5:30.
And this is why I love my sister:
Without being asked, instructed or even acknowledged, Joy kept my kids entertained and fed, finished making the cake, took over cooking the food, made some phone calls delaying the dinner for 30 minutes, and did the dishes. (Perhaps she should add "initiative taking" and "multi-tasking" to her resume.)
The dinner was great. The cake was fabulous. Mom was celebrated. American Idol premiered. Grandma was patched up in the ER and brought home- a little sore, yet able to walk around and sleep peacefully!
"Through the Lords mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is YOUR faithfulness. 'The Lord is my portion,' says my soul, 'Therefore I hope in Him!'"
Lamentations 3:22-24
3 comments:
maybe i should add dmg to my resume so that you can write me a letter of rec.
Jules, you are such a good writer....you should make it your side job.
oh man i crack up everytime i read your posts. love the poetry competition for christmas eve, i totally believe you that you should have won! and what a crazy day... glad it turned out fine in the end. what a great sister!
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