When you have younger kids at home, the hormonal disturbances of the older ones are diverted just a tad. But, when your remaining children at home are feeling their oats---well, let's just say that an evening out with a husband is a welcome diversion. Hope tonight is that night, or maybe tomorrow, and at the last resort, Thursday. Madness will ensue if I have to wait any longer. There's a magazine at Barnes & Noble I want to see called Daphne's Diary. Not sure if it'll be in stock, and unfortunately the two locations of B&N aren't near, but it'd be a nice outing nonetheless.
Add to that a stroke-surviving mother whose requests are short of bizarre. My brain can't keep up. Yesterday she said her next door neighbor had made her some soup. But the neighbor has a sore bunion and couldn't bring it over, so she asked if Mom could walk over. Insert maniacal laughter. Mom says on the phone she wants me to come over and get it for her. I ask why the neighbor's husband can't do that. She laughs. I'm not laughing. I have no car, and have to oftentimes leap tall buildings to do what my mom needs. So, asserting myself, I tell Mom we'll see....Turns out hours later the husband toddled over and got her the soup. End of story. You think? The real clincher was Mom saying I could come over and borrow her car, which means someone has to take me over there to get her car, which has nothing to do with soup, but in her head it all makes sense. See what I mean about bizarre?
Yes, my mom had a stroke, but this is a small example of what I call her princess mindset. She's always very grateful for whatever we do, but is often unable to see that it's sometimes a case of 'one more thing' that gets me. After weeks of going to 'tuck her in at night' on a regular basis, I realized (through the wisdom of oldest daughter who'd been watching my mental state begin to sag), that I can't keep up with a daily visit to my mom. Besides it being hard on my emotions, the constant requests get to me. Nothing is of a desperate need for her, but she acts as if everything needs to be done NOW. And it's those little digs about wondering if certain things have been followed through on---even if they're insignificant, that hang onto me. Yeah, I need a date night.
About to pull out my embroidery, a sure cure for what ails you. I tend to tune out the world when I have a needle in my hand, and can't for the life of me figure out what keeps me from it. I have the same amount of hours in the day as I always have had---don't spend an inordinate amount of time online. Just don't get it. I think I must sit in place with a dazed expression on my face. Life is just sometimes a bit more than I can handle. I think God invented hand sewing as a coping mechanism for females. Not kidding.
