Today is Thursday and yes, it is 3:16 in the morning.....a week ago, I spent the day with Bible Study and friends, then I got home and spent the evening with my boys, Nolan went to Basketball with his buddy. Here is how it went from there...
Friday - Nolan is sick, no volunteering in the classroom for me. Yearbook emergency, so better that I am home. Have to call someone in Boise by 1:00 our time. I do, it works, and we are good. Yearbook back on track. Get ready to go to Founder's Day Dinner which I have never been to as a guest. I go and work, so I can go. BEAUTIFUL EVENT, but the Treasurer has to do a lot that day. Home at 11:00 exhausted. BUT GET THIS - I won the 50/50 raffle.....in a weekend I really did not know if I could afford....keep reading...
Saturday - Up, but tired. Start making Banana Cream Pie for my Dad's birthday. Dinner tonight at our house. Tidy up as best I can, but at some point you have to really clean your house.....the scum wins. Oh well, they are old, hopefully they can't see what lurks in the toilet. My toilets are white - who am I kidding?!?! You can see everything in my toilets. Try to make an online rib order at Dickey's, but I do not have the code for the online coupon.....okay, price out Pete's. Get this...here are their pre order rules.....ALL ORDERS MUST BY OVER $50, MUST CALL OR FAX (What the heck is that these days?!?!) IN ORDER FORM (which honestly look like a military maneuver), MUST HAVE PICK UP TIME THAT IS AGREEABLE TO PETE'S. Really, I have to spend over $50, call, have them be happy with the time I pick it up and I AM PAYING FOR ALL THIS?!?!?! Okay, so I call and by the time I talk to someone, I have been reminded of all these rules by prerecorded message TWICE. Finally, a nice young woman answers and I start the conversation with, "Hi, my name is Angela and I trying to see if I qualify for a pick up order...." We laugh. I did. Pick up at 5:30. Go to Mason's baseball game with my parents, leave at 5:10 in complete fear that I will not get the order because I was a minute late. Go home, eat, eat pie, and Dad is happy. He loves Banana Cream. All paid for by 50/50 raffle.
Sunday - Up and still tired. Go to Carpinitos (local seasonal store) with a coupon, of course. We have been waiting for this and added everything up that we need for the summer. Buy bark, topsoil, starts and seeds. Load up the truck and go home. Paid for by 50/50 raffle. Go to Fred Meyer for weekend groceries with my military maneuver list, coupons and phone. Paid for by 50/50 raffle. Have dinner with Wahoo! items and chicken that was on sale for 87 cent a pound. Oh, and I friend stopped by with her foster kittens and didn't know what to do with them. So, we feed them and when they went to sleep, I was like, just like a baby, you have 90 mins until they are up again.......GO GO GO!
Monday - spend seven hours in my office getting ready for my meeting that night that goes over the budget for 2017/2018, get all the receipts out for Founder's Day, add up all my numbers for Founder's Day. Get several requests, try to get to them all, but do not. Still have three to go. Forget to eat lunch and do not realize it until I get snack for the boys when they get home. Yearbook proofing. Shower and throw on clothes. Mason has a baseball game and Nolan's Basketball in Timbuktu Kent has been changed from Wednesday night to Monday night. Drop Nolan off (after I call the cops because some crazy guy is wandering in and out of traffic begging for money, and flipping them off.) This is rush hour. Get back to my meeting and set up. Literally, have two brain cells left. Get through my meeting is a Zags T-shirt, yoga pants (when is the last time I did yoga???) and a baseball cap. Before the meeting is over, I pack up, and leave to, yes, go back and get Nolan. Home a 9. More proofing on the Yearbook. Bed.
Tuesday - Boys doctor at 9:30, so the boys and I started cleaning the house. They did their stuff and vacuumed for me. I got the kitchen and two bathrooms done. Go to doctor's. Go to school. Come home to do a little Yearbook proofing again. Get bank deposit for Neely's PTA this time and then go to the bank, and Staples for cartridge recycling and finish at Hank's office. Oh, and reschedule and pay for Mason's Guitar lesson - yes, paid for by the 50/50 raffle. I go over the scan with Hank and he has called my scan reader that I adore and they discussed. I like this guy because he doesn't just read it. He give me a judgement and he has been reading my scans for 10 years. In his opinion, based on my cancer patterns, he does not see this a significant or cause for concern. Just watch. Exhale good. I ask Hank if I will ever by able to take off for a year and just travel with my boys.....he smiled and said I could fly him in....I said, "Seriously." He said, "I don't know if I am comfortable with that....." Exhale bad. Back home I make dinner - burgers on the grill and am quiet. I stay up too late, talking on the phone, making finger jello (paid for BEFORE 50/50 raffle) and thinking (let's face it, I was feeling sorry for myself).
Wednesday - we are almost done...hang in there. Boys to school, shower, put on what I just got out of the laundry because I do laundry EVERYDAY. Yep, Zags shirt, yoga pants (still haven't done yoga), and my Nike cap. Get in the car to go to my parents, take a short cut based on lights and cut through this street in Kent that always is risky. There is a two year old on the sidewalk. I start to slow down, "Where is her Mom?" She is coming into the street and I say, "Sweetie, no stay on the sidewalk" and then another darts out from between to cars at my front left tire. One is wearing a diaper and tank top the other has on leggings and a t shirt. That one has a bloody toe. I stop the car, turn on the hazards and get them out of the street. NO ENGLISH, but the older one keeps saying, "Mommy's here" over and over and over again. An older gentleman stops and asks if he can do anything, "Call the cops. I will stay here until they get here." So, I spend the next twenty minutes herding them on the sidewalk until they show. I get the one has to go to the bathroom, and the other has NO CONCEPT OF CARS AND DANGER. There are not scared, they are not upset. "Mommies here." They point to cars and try to get in. My heart sinks. A police officer shows up and quickly determines he needs another officer. They take my info and start walking through the apartment complex with the apartment manager trying to find a parent or someone that knows them. Exhale F*(k. Why? Go to my parents, arrive late, pay bills, and my Dad is not right. He had a minor operation last week on his foot and says it is hurting. By lunch he is shivering. No fever. Mom wants to take him to a walk in clinic because the Doc that did the procedure is in Hawaii. But, he can't walk into the clinic, Mom. So, I read the discharge papers which on still in the car because they are useful there....I am gonna pay for that one. Basically, my Dad was not doing anything on the list EXCEPT he started taking the pain pills on Saturday. Five days AFTER the procedure. BTW - the dosage would put down a bull. No crutches, no elevation, no ice, no rest, but he says in the morning is has a little relief. DUH. So, I call the doc taking the patients during her absence and an hour later they call back. I explain I think he just needs to rest and follow the instructions and if it gets worse or he gets a fever to go to the ER. She agreed. I tell Mom and we put Dad to bed. Go home. House is only half clean. Check in on the other place of my employment - they are out of town until today Thursday - have to get in there and open the mail etc.) Proof Yearbook one more time, talk to Michele and have to get it ordered. Supposed to go to Math Night at School, but Mason has a make up game. I twisted my knee on Sunday gardening and today it is bad. So, I skip Math night and feel horrible because I think Karen (a new employee who planned it) is going to get eaten alive - they are serving pizza, but I get the yearbook ordered, and I rest my knee. I bail on Bible study to work at my neighbors tomorrow and get the rest of my house clean, because I am out of money and then Grant's gets the mail....a card shows up. No return address, no signature, just "To Angie and the Boys, You are loved." and in it is a $100 gift card to Fred Meyer. Pause and bow my head. In a world that I really do not know what will happen day to day, my health, my health care, my kids, kids in general, my school, schools in general, somethings always seem to break loose and remind me that sometimes you have to just be quiet, listen and have FAITH.
Thank you for reading. Going to bed.
Grateful and quiet, Ang
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