Ever felt like life is just not going your way? Well, that is the way I have been feeling of late. I look forward to the Breast Cancer walk every year. Not only that I walk for a good cause, but I meet up with friends and family. We laugh, we cry and we walk. Well this year, God had other plans for me. First Frank called me on Saturday and said he was being forced in on Sunday so he was not going to be there. I dropped Bailey off at a friends house on Saturday night because she had a soccer tournament and her first game was at 5:30. Since I have made a commitment to church to be there on Saturday evenings, I was going to miss her game. She ended up spending the night because she had another game early on Sunday morning and I was to be walking.
MacKenzie and I got home from dinner with friends on Saturday night about 10:00p. I told her to go to bed because I wanted her to get enough sleep for the morning walk. I stayed up making Watergate Salad for my neighbor whose daughter was celebrating her First Communion. I told her I would make something to help out. I got to be around 11:00pm. Next thing I know, MacKenzie is screaming at me (1:30am). I run to her room to find she had puked all over her bed and floor. It was nasty. God has always blessed me when things like this happen. Frank is usually home to clean it up. I have such a weak stomach that I can't handle situations like this. She had gotten so sick that it was in her hair and clothes. While she jumped into the shower I began the process of cleaning up. It took me two hours to get it done. I had to clean books, shoes, clothes and her mattress and I also did 2 loads of laundry. It had spewed across the room onto the wall. During the cleaning I gagged every coupe of minutes and used a face and nose cover to help.
Needless to say, I did not have the heart to wake her up early and go to the walk. I woke up to late to give my dad a wake up call. He did make it to the walk on time. I called a couple of friends to let them know I was not going to go and I called my cousin Liz to let her know I wasn't going to be there. She tied a ribbon with my mom's name on the dream catcher for me. I cried and sulked for a couple of hours and put myself back together. I met my family at El Pinto for lunch but couldn't stay long since I wanted to go to the remainder of Bailey's soccer tournament.
That ended at 5:00pm. From there we went home and cleaned up to go to the neighbors.
We were back in our house about 6:30. I helped Mack make her bed and get her room put back together. She was worried she was going to find "chunks" somewhere. So we looked and looked until she thought it was safe. Bailey showered and we all tried to wind down. My intention was to be in bed by 9:00pm but Frank's beady eyed little dog had shredded paper all over the house. So I cleaned that up.
Did I get any laundy done? Did I do any cleaning? Did I have time to check messages on the phone? Of course not. All I wanted to do was go to sleep on Sunday. I am hoping that next weekend is not so busy. I would like a day where I can get up and not have to worry about getting kids to their various activites. While I hate to clean, I would like the opportunity to have a bit of time to commit to getting it all done for once. I need to get my garden going. I need to finish painting my bathroom and kitchen. I need to get ready for the yard sale Frank wants to have. Our tenant is moving out, who knows what we need to do there. AAAAHHHHH...
Tuaca, take me away.
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