Erieversible

I had about five errands to run this afternoon.  I had to pick up a check for instance for the house closing tomorrow, and run to the Gas Company and prove that my husband exists.  Little things like that.  And, of course, the kids had to tag along as they are off school and I didn’t have a chance to make other arrangements.  (My cousin actually offered to take them off my hands, but then her mother called from the Emergency Room and she had other things to worry about!)

About half way through the errand list, the little one announced that she didn’t feel well.  And I felt her forehead and it was warm.  Not hot, but warmer than normal.  And I remembered that being a mother is hard work some times.  I don’t think she is really ill.  She has been fighting a cold for ages, but she doesn’t seem that bad.  But I worry.  It goes with the stretch marks. 

We had to finish the errands, otherwise we can’t close tomorrow and that raises a whole raft of other problems.  She was a brave little trouper about it all, but she was clearly not feeling her best.  Now we are home and she is on the couch with a blanket, a pillow, and a cuddly toy, watching Barbie and the Diamond Castle.  After a little while, she asked for some Cheerios, and she has actually eaten them, so I’m sure she isn’t doing too badly.  But it is hard not to worry.

Tomorrow morning I have to be up at the crack of dawn to drive to Buffalo for the house closing.  My mother is looking after the kids.  I trust her, really I do, but I wish I didn’t have to go.

That’s what happened today.  I did lots of things, but nothing that I should have done.  Every now and then one of these days comes along and….I just decide to go with it.

I should have cut the grass.  I should have washed the cars.  I should have done some studying.  I should have chased up some people.  Instead I meandered through the day.

I did join in a couple of family board games.  The 5-year old was lamenting our lack of board games recently (our best ones are in storage in the boxes somewhere east of here) so we bought a couple of games and played them today.  What was remarkable was the development progress of the 5-year old.  She not only lasted all the way to the end of both games but stuck at it with an attention that exceeded mine!  I’m glad I didn’t cut the grass, or wash the cars, or….

Just another Saturday.