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My whirlwind two weeks of hell is halfway done. I've been to Dallas and come back. My two days of home turned into going to my Grandpa Tom's funeral, so we did that. It was sad and good that I was there. He would have HATED the fuss we made over him. He was quiet, strong, and a good man. As my stepdad and mom were helping Grandma plan the service, he told her, "Tom wouldn't want us to go to this much trouble". Grandma replied, "He's not here. This is for us." And she's right.
My nephew and two of my cousins have Thomas as their middle name. Grandpa was important to us. He was in a lot of pain the last couple weeks and that's over now. He hated being a burden and requiring nursing and people taking care of him. That's over now, too. Grandma said that if he'd had his way, he would have gone two months ago and not had to have 24/7 care.
Tomorrow Emi and I jet off to Albuquerque for my cousin's wedding. Mom and my aunts convinced Grandma that she should come. So it's going to be sad, but good. Emi's SO EXCITED for the plane ride, even though we have to get up really early to get to the airport. We're mostly packed. I have a last load of clothes in the dryer so I can get my second-favorite traveling skirt. And she has to pick out which of her dresses she wants for the wedding proper. She's also excited because the hotel will have a POOL. And did I mention she gets to RIDE ON A PLANE? Yes.
I have anxiety about this because I've not flown with either kid. When I'm flying, it's usually just me. Now I'll have to make sure I have my bag and she has her bag and getting through O'Hare in a hurry and AAHHHH. But at the end of it, we'll be with my mom, sister, and all the rest of that side of my family. And it will be good.
I have my clothes pre-packed and laid out for my Miami trip. Since we'll get home about 8:30 on Monday night and I have to leave to go to the airport at 4 on Tuesday morning, I need to have everything ready NOW. So it's ready. I'll just dump Emi's meds out of my overnight bag (fka my dance bag - it's the right size, zips, and is the right size), put my other clothes in and be ready to go.
Other things I've accomplished while being home: made my Muppet gauntlets, put velour and feathers on my Muppet belt (still need blue tubey thingies), gotten my Muppet halter to just needing the neck and waist casings, finished my octobelt, finished the waist casing for a overskirt (I caved to the shiny Halloween fabric), wove in the ends on the crocheted blanket I made for the wedding, several loads of laundry, and taught Emi how to use the potholder loom she got for her birthday.
I still need to finish my Muppet halter top and put the waistband casing onto my black circle skirt. I also need to check and see if the bias has done its thing and if it's ready to hem. I need to go to work and get my Miami badge. I also need to drop off my Dallas receipts and pick up an envelope for my Miami receipts. I need to go to Walgreens and pick up med refills, though I had enough on hand for the next couple trips. I need to snuggle Ox and get Emi's backpack ready to go with her blanket, stuffies, and whatever she wants to have to play with on the plane.
I need to not panic. I want to read more of my new Thug Kitchen cookbook. I want to play some GW2. I'd like to not cry. I need to put yarn and bits onto my eyeball headband and figure out a way to secure the blasted thing to my hair. I want my back to stop hurting.
I miss you, Grandpa. I'm sorry I lived far enough away that I couldn't see you very often these last couple years. I love you.
My nephew and two of my cousins have Thomas as their middle name. Grandpa was important to us. He was in a lot of pain the last couple weeks and that's over now. He hated being a burden and requiring nursing and people taking care of him. That's over now, too. Grandma said that if he'd had his way, he would have gone two months ago and not had to have 24/7 care.
Tomorrow Emi and I jet off to Albuquerque for my cousin's wedding. Mom and my aunts convinced Grandma that she should come. So it's going to be sad, but good. Emi's SO EXCITED for the plane ride, even though we have to get up really early to get to the airport. We're mostly packed. I have a last load of clothes in the dryer so I can get my second-favorite traveling skirt. And she has to pick out which of her dresses she wants for the wedding proper. She's also excited because the hotel will have a POOL. And did I mention she gets to RIDE ON A PLANE? Yes.
I have anxiety about this because I've not flown with either kid. When I'm flying, it's usually just me. Now I'll have to make sure I have my bag and she has her bag and getting through O'Hare in a hurry and AAHHHH. But at the end of it, we'll be with my mom, sister, and all the rest of that side of my family. And it will be good.
I have my clothes pre-packed and laid out for my Miami trip. Since we'll get home about 8:30 on Monday night and I have to leave to go to the airport at 4 on Tuesday morning, I need to have everything ready NOW. So it's ready. I'll just dump Emi's meds out of my overnight bag (fka my dance bag - it's the right size, zips, and is the right size), put my other clothes in and be ready to go.
Other things I've accomplished while being home: made my Muppet gauntlets, put velour and feathers on my Muppet belt (still need blue tubey thingies), gotten my Muppet halter to just needing the neck and waist casings, finished my octobelt, finished the waist casing for a overskirt (I caved to the shiny Halloween fabric), wove in the ends on the crocheted blanket I made for the wedding, several loads of laundry, and taught Emi how to use the potholder loom she got for her birthday.
I still need to finish my Muppet halter top and put the waistband casing onto my black circle skirt. I also need to check and see if the bias has done its thing and if it's ready to hem. I need to go to work and get my Miami badge. I also need to drop off my Dallas receipts and pick up an envelope for my Miami receipts. I need to go to Walgreens and pick up med refills, though I had enough on hand for the next couple trips. I need to snuggle Ox and get Emi's backpack ready to go with her blanket, stuffies, and whatever she wants to have to play with on the plane.
I need to not panic. I want to read more of my new Thug Kitchen cookbook. I want to play some GW2. I'd like to not cry. I need to put yarn and bits onto my eyeball headband and figure out a way to secure the blasted thing to my hair. I want my back to stop hurting.
I miss you, Grandpa. I'm sorry I lived far enough away that I couldn't see you very often these last couple years. I love you.
