I am still pretty exhausted and now I have added in a painful hiatal hernia area. Boo. If I wasn't tired enough, the touchy tummy drags even more out of you. My day is unfolding slowly, but I know I must save some strength for "Tuesdays with Esther" - my evening card making venture at the library. I now have over 200 cards to distribute in the fall to cancer patients at the infusion center. I know these beautiful hand crafted 3D envoys of hope and cheer will bring smiles to faces.
I never know how many people will come. Some days it is just me and one other person. Other days we have a dozen people. It has never been just me, but tonight I tell myself that if no one else shows up, I will lie down in the break room until Drew gets back with the car. Nevertheless, I am delighted when 2 people come and we chat and create a half dozen cheerful colorful cards filled with good wishes of comfort and better days ahead.
I admit after all is said and done that I am more than ready to go home and collapse. Imagine my chagrin when I discovered that Drew, bless his heart, had packed part of the living room and moved things about. Yes, it certainly needed to be done. Yes, I am thrilled that I didn't have to even ask him to help. Yes, we are running out of time. But tonight I do not want to have to reorient myself and have to hunt for the means of comfort I so desperately need. And he dumped me off and left to run errands. Poor boy.
My dismay shows on my face. Where Drew was expecting a big thank you, instead he got an 'oh, no! What have you done?!!' I tried to take it back, but it jumped out of my exhausted mouth before I knew it was coming. Some surprises are better tolerated in the morning after a steaming mug of tea. This was one of them. I sink into the rocker, near tears and try not to have a total breakdown. I tell myself I am being ridiculous and that I am lucky to have a son who will help me. Lots of sons pay no attention to their mothers.
By the time Drew returns, I have wiggled stuff around so I can sit and relax and be at peace. Now I just have to find a way to make it up to Drew.
I never know how many people will come. Some days it is just me and one other person. Other days we have a dozen people. It has never been just me, but tonight I tell myself that if no one else shows up, I will lie down in the break room until Drew gets back with the car. Nevertheless, I am delighted when 2 people come and we chat and create a half dozen cheerful colorful cards filled with good wishes of comfort and better days ahead.
I admit after all is said and done that I am more than ready to go home and collapse. Imagine my chagrin when I discovered that Drew, bless his heart, had packed part of the living room and moved things about. Yes, it certainly needed to be done. Yes, I am thrilled that I didn't have to even ask him to help. Yes, we are running out of time. But tonight I do not want to have to reorient myself and have to hunt for the means of comfort I so desperately need. And he dumped me off and left to run errands. Poor boy.
My dismay shows on my face. Where Drew was expecting a big thank you, instead he got an 'oh, no! What have you done?!!' I tried to take it back, but it jumped out of my exhausted mouth before I knew it was coming. Some surprises are better tolerated in the morning after a steaming mug of tea. This was one of them. I sink into the rocker, near tears and try not to have a total breakdown. I tell myself I am being ridiculous and that I am lucky to have a son who will help me. Lots of sons pay no attention to their mothers.
By the time Drew returns, I have wiggled stuff around so I can sit and relax and be at peace. Now I just have to find a way to make it up to Drew.
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