One of Those Weeks....

Have you ever had "one of those" kind of weeks? The kind where nothing seems to go as planed and you just can't get a grip. This has been "one of those" weeks. I fully intended to keep this blog updated daily or at the very least every other day - but then it all happened...... and one thing after another piled up and here I am over a week later and still not all caught up on everything I have neglected. I am usually a little more organized.
Let's see if I even recall what has happened over the past week - Monday I had some dental work done....had to have my bridge repaired and re installed. It seems I grind my teeth (stress?) and somehow caused my bridge (my cemented and attached to two other teeth - bridge) to come right off! This was an unwelcomed expense and too much time spent at one of my least favorite places... the dentist.
Being a foster parent, I am sometimes called on to attend court to give testimony when any of my children's cases finally make it to trial. Well so far this week two cases have gone to trial. One is settled and the other is still playing out this week. I have two years of notes and paperwork to read through to prepare for this. I am told the defense attorney is loud and intimidating...."it's nothing personal" they tell me, "he's just doing his job." Yippeeeee *Pray for me : )
Friday night was wonderful! We went out to dinner with a great couple from church. Mr. and Mrs. D. We went to Mamma Maria's Restaurant on King street. It was a nice night out without the pitter patter of little feet - who am I kidding.... at our place the only thing that pitter patters is the shih tzu Buzzy, running for his life trying to escape the children and their sinister schemes. But seriously, it was so refreshing for me to get out with other people (all over 4 feet tall whose faces I don't have to wash or bums I don't have to change) and enjoy some adult fellowship. And NO, we did not talk about the kids : ) Thank you mr. & Mrs. D for a great evening out - we need to do it again sometime - soon!

On Saturday my hubby and G1 decided to have a yard sale to raise some funds for the Orphanage we (we - meaning our church, family & friends) recently built in India. They were up bright and early setting out the abundance of treasures that have collected in the garage over the winter months. Despite the rain and obvious lack of customers, they made a nice amount of money to send to the beautiful little hunnies in Ramachandra Puram. G1 was thoughtful enough to supply potential customers with an umbrella while they browsed in the rain. Thanks G1 just for being you - I love the person you are. You are so special to me. Xoxoxo (are you embarrassed yet?)
The next morning we went to church. I was having a bit of an emotional day to begin with... once the worship started I realized I was sitting alone. My sister and her family were away for the day and would not be joining us. My dad and his family weren't there either - with my grandma in the hospital again they needed to stay close to home. My "bigger boy" left two weeks ago for a year long program and I am missing him terribly. The stress from the whole week seemed to be weighing on me and it was "one of those days". My eyes had somehow sprung a leak and wouldn't be stopped. Every time I thought I had them dried and wiped clean the tears would start, all on their own, there was nothing I could do to stop it. Right there in the middle of worship, in a room full of people .... I felt so terribly alone. How is it possible to feel completely alone standing in the middle of 300 people??? This was my condition that day.....and it seemed to seep into every area of my day and lasted far too long.... If you don't know me well, I am an emotional eater (surprised?) a trait I am not proud of but am working on : ) So that particular Sunday nothing was safe. I don't remember where those white powdered donuts came from, nor do I remember how many I inhaled. I sat on my back deck with my hubby and poured out my heart to him. The good, the bad, and the ugly..... how I was feeling and why I felt that way. I rambled on and on, growing increasingly annoyed at the group of children invading my space at the picnic table, they were circling like vultures - then I realized it was not out of concern for mommy - IT WAS THE DONUTS THEY WANTED! I started to feel better once the effects from the sugar began to take hold. In a sudden burst of energy I got lunch put on the table, laundry folded, baby B3 fed, changed, and down for a nap, floors swept and dessert set out for the kids..... No, I didn't have dessert - I was tired out by then :)
On the first Sunday of the month we have an evening worship service at church so I got my kiddos all rounded up and out the door. We made it in plenty of time. Service was shorter than I expected.... and we were finished by 8 pm. My brother in law stopped by the church to let me know that we needed to go to the hospital in Windsor right away.... grandma was not doing well - they didn't know how much longer....
So off to Windsor we went. Praying we'd make it in time.... our hearts set on praying with grandma one last time. My cell phone rang half way there and my heart sank - but it was just my little sister wanting to know how close we were. Once we arrived we were so blessed to be able to pray with grandma and visit with her for a while. We sat in a family room type of thing for a few hours, taking turns visiting with grandma in her room , two at a time. In the family room we reminisced about our younger years (a very long time ago) and had a few laughs. My cousin Brian is too funny - He is good looking, has a great personality and is such a character - he was always the family entertainer when we were kids. You could have a very lucrative future in entertainment Brian.... you're a natural. Grandma's condition improved a bit but remained pretty much the same..... we left the hospital sometime after 1am. The drive home felt endless I was so tired.
I got word this morning that my grandma woke up, ate all her breakfast and was sitting up talking and looked wonderful. She wants to go home I'm sure. Her blood pressure is good and she's passing urine (that might not be exciting for some people but this is a noteworty accomplishment) they've run a few tests... to check things out. Who knows, maybe she'll be sent home this week??? My grandmother has always surprised me. She is a strong woman - and can be stubborn at times. Hmmmm, I wonder if that's where my "strong willed" nature comes from :)