Saturday, May 12, 2007
A Clark Griswold's Wife's Mother's Day
Stuff that happened to me this week:
Had allergic reaction to shots, thus requiring even more shots to combat the previous shots. Now they are going to prescribe an "EpiPen" for me, which is a portable "zing" of Epinephrin (adrenalin) in case this happens again. I can only hope it comes in fashionable colors and sits comfortably in one's hand as one stabs one's self with it.
Made a trip to the other side of town to pluck my mom's eyebrows for her as a Mother's Day bonus. My car died there. It's still there. We can't figure out what's wrong.
Made a trip to the countryside today to pick up third child from a sleepover. On the way there, I heard a "pop" and could not figure out what it was, but then I realized that my window was slowly sliding down as I drove. I couldn't get it back up, so I drove past dozens of fields being mowed, thereby ingesting enough pollen through the open window to merit eleventy-seven EpiPens.
At the sleepover house, I pulled into the driveway and promptly got a flat tire.
Called Husband, who has his cell phone on him 364 days a year 24/7. Today was day 365, the "no-cell, not available" day for him, as he was working on a Habitat for Humanity house and didn't want to keep it on him, lest it "break."
"Break" was what I did--break down. Then I called Daughter #1 to come and get us. For some reason, she has been our rescuer this week, first the 911 drive back to the allergist during the reaction, then the flat tire rescue. We have told her we're thankful she was here for us. Wonder why she's not so happy to be living here this summer? What 20 year-old wouldn't be happy to have all these zany misadventures with her parents?
When we stopped in our driveway, I stepped out onto a decorative flower bed rock and fell on my hip and arm.
Then I did a really childish thing out of frustration. I knocked my purse as hard as I could, which sent it flying under our hedge, spilling the contents everywhere into dirt and leaves and cobwebs. So now when I do the purse contents meme, I'll probably have evergreen leaves in it.
I have spent the rest of the entire day cooking for a Mother's Day barbecue at my brother's tomorrow, and my feet are killing me. So this is a holiday weekend? How can I be a mother and yet not have this holiday apply to me? I don't know; it just feels like a Clark Griswold Mother's Day to me.