One of Those Days

The day began at 7:00 AM this morning with a phone call from my mom, sharing that my grandmother had past away during the early hours of the morning. A call I had been anticipating for a few months. A woman of 86 years of age, having lived a full life.

None the less, a call that set into motion an array of feelings, emotions, and a re prioritizing of schedules for the upcoming weekend. The day continued to unfold with Mr. Milo deemed 'officially' couch ridden with fever and body aches. Both girls continued their unceasing coughing and were joined by their father now completely covering every square inch of the sectional adorned with by every pillow and blanket owned.

I love Mr. Milo with every ounce of my being, however a SICK man can just about push a woman over the edge for EVERY cough and sniffle is magnified X10! I muster as much compassion as I can, hoping that he really does know that despite being the LOUDEST sneezer that God placed on this earth, I do feel sorry that he is ill. I listen intently to every last detail as he recaps every shiver and every fever break that occurred during the day.

The kitchen is in complete disarray with glasses, bowls, and plates piled high in the sink. The dishwasher full of clean dishes just waiting for someone to unload them. I notice the dust bunnies gathering for play dates in the far corners of the dining room. The smell of Vicks Vapor rub permeates the house. Every end table is littered with used Kleenexes. NyQuil and Advil replaced pork chops and rice for supper. Wash needs to be done, bills need to be paid, and appointments kept. I wonder how I will possibly make it through the day.

I seemingly convince myself that 'I WILL NOT GET SICK' and repeat this phrase over and over! The 1/2 pan of brownies seems the best solution to all of the above! I limit myself to only ONE VERY LARGE slice making sure that all rows and columns are even. I would hate to have to come back for another swipe. I couple that with a large glass of ice cold milk and just hope that a sugar rush will simply make everything right again.

I know that phone calls need to be made to reschedule prior commitments for the weekend. Riley and Max need a babysitter for Friday and Saturday. The best part of the day was 50 degrees and sunshine which gave me permission to wear my favorite peep toe shoes. Like the weather honestly needs to give me permission. That is quickly dismissed with freezing rain and snow fore casted for tomorrow. Secretly I wish that the weather man is right, so evening school functions are canceled in order to buffer in a few extra hours to prepare to for the weekend.

I walk past the tornado disaster area in every room of the house to find solice in my neatly organized and tidy closet. I find my new favorite pair of silky PJs (ones that I got for Cabo) just hoping that softness against my skin and memories of warm sandy beaches will ease the pending thoughts of everything that needs to be done. I leisurely wash my face and enjoy every application of all 8 products that I just 'KNOW' is slowing my aging process by months and years. I realize that MY COZY BED is now the 'sick' bed for the night so that all three can cuddle up to the recently purchased Vicks Vaporizer to ease their nagging night-time coughs, while I resort to the bed in the basement.

Just as I bend over to put my wash cloth in the basket I am over come with the need to sneeze. A sneeze I know is no where close to what Mr. Milo can muster up, however a sneeze none the less! I brace myself! With no time to 'look to the light', in seconds it over takes me accompanied by a gush of wetness and a slight trickle down my leg! O! GREAT...now I peed my pants!

I remove the silky bottoms and replace them with my sweatpants. I grab my pillow to head to the basement knowing that tomorrow brings a NEW day filled with hope and grace on this amazing journey called LIFE!

Ever had 'one of those days'?