It’s the unexpected challenges that make life interesting right?
Mr. Pete is travelling today. I hate it when he leaves. Part of it is my “car accident phobia.” I have to chase away the visions of him lying dead in a ditch somewhere. Having somewhat come to terms with that, I then have to gird my loins to do the “single parent thing” if only for a short time. Mr. Pete and I have a history of doing this dance. Once he left while I was six months pregnant with a two year old and a five year old. He was gone or almost a week and the only word that I can think of to describe it is hell. It was hell. Mr. Pete never understood the big deal I made over that. I submit that part his purgatory time should include being great with child chasing a toddler. Thankfully I do have older kids now, but I feel the responsibility of being “on” fulltime, nonetheless.
I never imagined that marrying a band instrument repairman would require so much driving! I think I would have thought about that more before we married considering how much it freaks me out.
To make it more interesting, I had a bad case of food poisoning or something last night. I awoke several times to vomit and had a very bad headache this morning when Mr. Pete was leaving. He gave me a kiss, told me he’d call and then he was gone. I wanted to point out the obvious, “Hey, I really feel like crap here. Don’t you have any pangs about leaving me this way.” Except he would tell me he had to go, they paid for the booth or whatever, and his partner was waiting. It’s impossible to guilt him.
In addition to my usual duties, homeschooling, working, housekeeping, chauffering, add cheerleader. Calvin’s biggest swim meet is coming up on Friday and I have to be there to give him the moral support. It won’t be as fun without Mr. Pete there to share it with. Calvin is remaining calm and collected. They only take the top 35 to districts and in his 200 he is seeded 34. It will be a tight race.
My mother’s condition is starting to decline, at least in her own mind. Whether it really is or not I’ll find out when I go to her oncology appointment next month. It’s so hard to listen to her talk about being so tired and not feeling good. I wonder how much of that is her illness, and how much is depression. I guess I’ll find out.
And the darkest cloud hanging over my horizon is Pre-Cana day. I have to give our annual talk, by myself, in half the time. And believe it or not, I don’t feel like I’m playing a home game here. I know lots of these couples are just showing up because it’s a hoop they have to jump through. I know some of them are already cohabitating, and I know that this year when they complain about how full of it we are in our talk on pre-marital chastity, those will be my arrows alone to endure. And I find that I am developing quite an attitude about it. Almost offensive.
“Look this is what the church teaches. You do what you want but if you want to debate me on it, contact me on my e-mail and let’s do it. But I warn you ahead of time, your position is indefensible. There is nothing from scripture or church teaching that can support your position. “Everybody does it” isn’t an argument, it’s a logical fallacy!”
Oh, they’re gonna love me!! LOLOL!!
Well that’s it. I’ve got to take my achey body outside to pick up Noah’s prescription. (Oh, yea, I also had to take him to the doctor for an ear infection today while trying to keep my mind off of my nausea and grumbling intestines.) It looks like McDonald’s for dinner too.
Maybe after watching Lost tonight and getting some sleep tonight (as well as a call from Mr. Pete to assure me that he is not dead in a ditch!) I’ll feel better.
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