Deep Thoughts
Does anyone feel like the Grim Reaper has been hanging around way too long? Between myself, real life people and people in the computer, I know at least six people who have lost a grandparent in the past two months and at least two more who are just waiting for the end. The wait is horrible. There’s always that little bit of hope that as long as there is life something could change, even though you know it probably won’t. Then you are just waiting for the end and you don’t want it to end, but you do want the suffering to end but then you feel guilty and it is just a horrible, emotional, rotten feeling and it isn’t fair or right, but who said life was fair or right?
I just want to once again extend my deepest sympathies to those who are going through the death of a loved one. I’m thinking of you all. I’m still so, so sad when I think of my grandma.
I also have a new mantra I must repeat to myself over and over: “This is why he is going to preschool.” I got was a few minutes early to pick-up and was standing outside with some other moms, not realizing Erik’s class would have to walk right by us. Erik saw his mommy and went nuts. He ran out of the line, even though they are not allowed to run or be out of the line. He got in trouble, of course. Nothing harsh, just a reminder that he needed to stay in line. Perfectly understandable and expected. But he’s my baby! He’s my special, special snowflake. He’s already in trouble!
Actually, I know he is probably in trouble a lot though I haven’t been told as much. He talks a lot and is very impulsive. He loves to run. Standing still isn’t his forte. This is the reason he’s in preschool. He has to learn to stand in line and listen to the teacher and play nice with the other kids. I’m sure he’s doing great, but he is not going to be Mr. Perfect. And that’s ok. I was always Miss Perfect and guess what? It was no fun. It was stressful and gave me horrible stomach aches. I thought if the teacher said one negative thing to me that I was going to be in trouble forever and. . . I don’t know. . . have everyone hate me forever? I am glad Erik has a healthy appetite for play and doesn’t take authority too seriously. It’s a healthy attitude, I think.
It’s not like he’s a menace. In fact, we went out to lunch today and he was a perfect companion. I’m so glad we started taking him out to restaurants when he was very young. Now he knows how to act and is usually a lot of fun. The waitstaff usually get a kick out of him since he wants to order on his own and is quick to make conversation with him. He doesn’t even try to run around the restaurant or cause trouble any more. My sweet baby is growing up.
Can you believe I ate lunch today? Well. I suppose you can since most people usually do. I’ve just been so sick this past week that I’ve hardly eaten a thing. My friend told me that rooibos tea is supposed to help settle your stomach, so I drank some this morning and it seemed to do the trick. We went to the library, which is next to a Panera, and I suddenly had a craving for a chicken frontega sandwich. Meat! Oh my! I ate every bite of it. Then I felt really sick and haven’t eaten much else today, but it was really good to get something solid in my stomach for a change.
I thought I was in trouble in the library. I returned a whole bag of children’s books, along with a few of my books, then went on my way. Luckily our library has me well trained to leave the books on the counter instead of putting them in the drop box. The drop box is a lot rougher on the books so they don’t really like you to use it. Anyway, just as I grabbed The Wings of Wrath by C. S. Friedman, I heard my name called over the loudspeaker. I was sure I was going to be executed by firing squad for ripped pages or something, but instead I found that I had accidentally returned a book Erik stole from our friends in Ohio. I had no idea it was even in the bag.
That was about the most interesting part of my day.
I can’t believe I never shared the most interesting part of our Ohio trip. Are you ready for some action?
I was driving and noticed the SUV in front of us was driving really erratically–weaving out of its lane, having odd speed changes and just generally making me think the driver was drunk. I even told Mike he should get out his cell phone and call 911 to report a drunk driver.
A few minutes later we passed the SUV and I looked over to make sure the drunkard wasn’t going to run me off the road. I see a guy sitting in the driver’s seat with a blonde woman’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. Ewwwwwww!
I told Mike and he didn’t believe me! He thought the girl was probably just looking for something.
Riiiiiiight.
A few minutes later the SUV passed us again and the head was still bobbing up and down.
Of course, I’ve heard of this kind of thing, but to actually see it? Ewwwww! Plus, I’m offended from a safety standpoint. We were in West Virginia on a curvy highway with a posted speed limit of 70 MPH. If you have to get your rocks off, pull off the road and have a quickie! Don’t endanger everyone else on the road.
Guess I better quit typing and go to bed since I can’t think of anything else to say. There is no telling what this post is going to read like. I’ve already corrected four typos that spell check wouldn’t have caught because I just typed in the wrong word that made no sense from any perspective. Like, it wasn’t a word with a close spelling or meaning. Just random words. Maybe I do that all the time and just don’t notice.