I'm Fried

I haven't entered an entry since Saturday, or Sunday, I know.  There is a reason.  It's been a real hectic week.  My mom hasn't been feeling well, and I've been watching her and taking her to doctor appointments all week.  (She is fine-nothing serious-just a bad sprain, but she has been in a lot of pain.)  Between taking care of my mom and my 4 year old in the mornings, I'm pretty much fried. 

Today started when the neighbor cat got into my mother's house.  How to lure a cat out of my mother's house, without mother knowing is task hard enough.  Of course the neighbor cat chose to hide in my mother's most fancy room.  It's the entrance room that is only used for holidays, or when guests come to visit.  The rug is vacuumed, and is routinely inspected by mother for footprints.  (I'm not kidding).  With the help of Nick, we got the cat--although the cat left very unwillingly.  It seems as though he has been inside before. 

 Today, among other stressfull events,  involved a chase after 4 year old downtown, we he decided it would be fun to run out of the medical clinic and race mommy to the car.  I had to manuever myself past my ailing mom, past a number of patients sitting in the lobby, as I dashed out of the clinic as I watched my 4 year old run old the sidewalk, past our van, towards traffic.  When will this boy out grow this need to run away from us? 

Nicholas is a runner.  He likes to run away.  He thinks it's "fun".  His favorite saying nowadays is:  "You have to watch out for me!"  This drives me completely nuts.  I was raised hearing stories constantly from my parents-warning me to never run across the street.  Of course as children, most of us hear this from our parents.  I grew up knowing of an older brother.  This older brother was 10 months younger than my other older brother.  This brother died after being hit by a car when running across the street.  I grew up constantly reminded to never run across the street.  I never did-I had a constant fear of being hit by a car.  I never even ran down the sidewalk, let alone across the street.  By the time Nicholas becomes a teenager, I fear I will have a head full of grey hair of just worry. 

Oh, it's Thankful Thursday, I almost forgot.  Things I am grateful for this week:

1.  Pain pills (not for me, for my mom.)

2.  Car seats that my son can't get out of.

3.  Air conditioning.  It's been really hot over here lately---it was 93 at the beach earlier to day--over 100 inland. 

4.  Drive Thrus..  I know it's not the best stuff to eat, but when you have a fussy child, and a grandma with a bad sprain, there is nothing better. 

5.  My health, and my two good legs that can still run down 4 year olds.

6.  Understanding hubby who does not even dare to ask how my day has been.  He has this special radar that picks up my signal from yards away.  "Let me grab something out for dinner for all of us..." 

7.  Patience.  People say I have an enormous amount of it, but I beg to differ. 

I need a spoon of chocolate frosting on my lips, and a good strong drink right now.  Oh well, I guess diet Pepsi and a spoon of peanut butter will have to do. 

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