Its Tuesday, and its gray gloomy and rainy here. Its a cold almost icy rain. My mother fell on the steps, apparently due to me polishing the banister with lemon oil so she's out of commission. Big Man has been working insane hours so he's down for the count. Little Man is in the bath and I've got a few minutes to breathe. I cleaned my kitchen up-polished appliances and cabinetry. Swiped down the guest bathroom. Its really not a guest bathroom any more since Little Man and Gramah are not guests. They live here too, so I guess its the other bathroom. Sonny runs in fear when he hears the word bath (who says dogs aren't smart?) so he's hunkered down with the Big Man.
I haven't been feeling overly creative lately. Not for the lack of trying either. I've just been...blah. I had a chance to go scrapbook tonight with the NICU moms but I just didn't feel up to it. Plus the Big Man has had about 5 hours sleep total since Sunday and my mother is no condition to be a babysitter. The last time I went to a crop was YEARS ago, and it actually turned me off them. I was sitting a table with a bunch of Becky Higgins wannabes and they were so critical of everything everyone else did. I admit I am not a terrific scrapper, but I enjoy it and I put a lot of love into the pages that I do. I'll never get published, and that's ok. I just like the process and for me its more important to tell the story rather than have a million cutesy embellishments. Well, these gals-the scrapping posse-were making rude comments about what I was doing that I was ready to give up and cry. This was on top of me signing up for a swap and getting what did returned to me by the hostess with a nasty note saying that I should learn how to scrap first before I sign up for anything. I know that there are some really rude nasty people out there and I seem to attract them. Its like I have flashing neon on my head saying "Rude folks! Over here!"
Its been a trait of mine most of my life. Maybe its because I tend to be overly nice and not as street smart as I could be. People have tended to walk all over me. I do get used and I have not chosen friends wisely over the years. The folks that I call friends are the same ones I've had for like 20, 25 almost 30 years (my goodness that makes me sound so OLD)and I wouldn't trade them for anything.
Tomorrow night is choir practice for the Little Man. I love the little kids in choir because they are 1. too darn cute 2. too serious about it 3. did I mention too darn cute? He will be singing on Palm Sunday. I am excited. Don't know if he is or not. And I don't know if he'll be wearing a choir robe or not. I hope he does, because that just adds to it.
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