It is Wednesday. Ash Wednesday, actually. Did you have a spectacular Mardi Gras? Not I. I stayed home with Abbie, who had a fever, and Grant, who had a pressing need to annoy her. Next year, maybe I should make a King Cake and take it to taiko. ^_^ I was pretty sad about not going. I was gonna wear my LSU t-shirt and everything. Plus, I just wanted to play.
Last week was kinda fun. There was the expectation that any second, we could be rich as millionaires! Well, as close as we're going to get, anyway. We had lists of the things we had to use the money for: back bills, current bills, computer upgrades that for some reason Josh could not survive another day without, new athletic shoes for Josh and for me. Later in the week, repairs for my truck and a new pair of sweatpants for me made the list. And I still had my eye on two books and some warm socks for my "Rosemary's 100 dollars to spend recklessly" money. But the window we were told to expect has come and gone. No money in sight. In the meantime, Josh has bought 4 new tires for my car and had the bushings replaced. It cost an entire paycheck. One that we'd already partially used for bills. And, somehow, even though I asked, pleaded and threatened him not to, he has bought plenty of computer parts. So I emptied out my emergency fund and all my personal monies and handed them over to Josh on Monday to cover the check for the tires. (Except the money I still am saving to pay for the bacci I already am in possession of.)
So, the cold water of reality has been emptied over me yet again. By the time the money gets to us, there will only be enough to cover the bills that are still escalating. And Josh's fun, which never seems to be categorized as excessive, untimely or unnecessary. So I have a blu ray player, but am not going to be able to replace my sweat pants.
Abbie's haircut was not the Mommy and Abbie trip I was anticipated. Abbie was sick with a fever. I debated staying home, but Josh was meeting us there to watch Grant, and I ended up dosing her with Tylenol and going anyway, in spite of crushing guilt on my part and uncooperativity on the part of the kids. We got there right on time, and I was nervous that Josh wasn't there yet. As usual, I was worrying about the wrong thing. My hair girl was running very late. Now, the whole point of us both having an appointment was so that Abbie could have her pick of watching me first, or having hers done at the same time. This way, nothing would come as a surprise. She's never even been present during one of my haircuts. I had to explain this to the manager, though, when he told me that the other girl could do Abbie's first while we waited. He was sweet, and ran off to deliver the message to the other girl, but she was having none of it. She came out and told Abbie it was her turn. I told her what Abbie wanted, but I stuck around. (I know Abbie well enough to know that being alone wasn't going to work.) Abbie was uncharacteristically quiet, and I was ashamed, knowing that it was probably because she wasn't feeling well again. I told the impatient lady that I wanted to keep Abbie's hair, as this was her first haircut. She started to comb, and complained about the tangles. I told her that I had brushed it before we left the house, but Abbie's hair always did that. It was still wet from the partially unsuccessful trip to the sink. She pushed the tangles down, grabbed scissors and chopped. Then she handed the wet tangles to me. I suppressed my Mommy sentiment and somehow survived the whole process. So did Abbie. At the end, the lady was blowing hair into Abbie's face without explaining why or how long it would last, and for the first time, Abbie scrunched up her brows and wiped her hand across her face. So the lady just quit. "Oh, she's done, I can tell." She said. Within minutes she had her coat on and was yelling her good-byes to Dawn, the girl who does my hair. At least the cut looks good.
She looks.....like a different girl. An older one. She's taller than I realized.
Then Abbie kept me company while I got my hair cut, too. (At least Dawn was just as awesome as she is during the afternoon.) I don't like mine much, but I didn't expect to. I was just taking off the bottom layers in preparation of growing it long for the summer. I used my own money to pay for the cuts and tips (this was before Josh got it). Abbie wanted to ride home with Josh and Grant in the other car. I left feeling very hollow and deflated.
And then we had another night of fever.
You already know that yesterday I just stayed home. I also did some laundry. I'm doing some today, too. Originally, we had dinner plans for tonight with Johnny. Abbie woke up healthy, and has even been playing with Grant again. But I didn't know until an hour ago that we are now NOT doing dinner tonight. Josh called to say that he has taken the second half of the day off on Friday, so we'll just have Johnny's family over for dinner. That would mean that "we" will spend Friday cooking and cleaning. Or playing computer games, depending on which part of "we" you are referring to. I didn't thaw out anything for dinner. I think we're just going to poke around and get leftover-type stuff.
I'm glad that Abbie is all better. She's singing the Dinosaur Train song right now.
Wishing you....good things.
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