|Isabella and Grandma, ages 5 and 59.
She's caught in the rut of living paycheck to paycheck. Then something will break (car, dishwasher) and she'll end up putting the repair on a credit card thus extending the never ending cycle. I've offered to help, however I can, but she's too stubborn to accept. She didn't think things would turn out this way as life moves on. She's put in long, hard hours for a long time and doesn't see a light at the end of the tunnel anymore. She used to dream with me as we'd make lists of places we'd like to visit someday: Egypt, Africa, Europe, Australia. Last time I attempted to draw her into the game, she bluntly stated that she doesn't play that game anymore...because there's no chance of it ever happening now. Lesson learned: Plan ahead...WAY ahead. We parted with a hug in the Chili's parking lot and I shifted my focus to my silly girls falling haphazardly into the back of my little Jeep.
|Bison burger with pineapple, bacon & terriyaki.
We don't stock pineapple rings at our place so it gave me the perfect excuse to run to the store. Did I mention I was at home for four days with six girls (seven including Wifey)? Yup, a run to the store was refreshing. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to pick up some lovely pink roses. The young woman at the checkout counter whispered to me with a glint of suggestion in her eye "They're only $6.99 for a dozen..." I nodded in agreement with her female foresight and was pleased with the idea of presenting such a lovely bouquet to Wifey at such an agreeable price. Lesson learned: A beautiful gift doesn't have to be expensive.
|Mr Dark Brown Carpet...meet Mr. Bleach.
Now, I've bragged for at least two years now about how smart it was for me to install dark chocolate brown colored carpet in our living room because it hides every kind of spill and stain the little carpet munchers can throw at it. Never in my dreams did I think they would cart the bleach bottle in there and dump it upside down on the dark brown carpet. Right in a place that can't be covered by moving the couch and a throw rug would look silly tossed to that particular location near the edge. Looks like I'll be experimenting with brown dye next weekend. Lesson learned: if they can get to it, they will...eventually. Put it away properly.
|Nothing says LOVE like roses and burgers, right?
Now, I was even smart enough to make spares. One spare for each of the three daughters. What I didn't count on was them systematically losing their keys and secretly fetching mine to use for access. Well, this was the weekend that the oldest daughter lost the spare too...after her room door was locked...by her friend that was staying the night. Normally, I would have told her to sleep in the living room and I'd deal with it the next day. Locksmith if necessary, should my own skills prove a failure. But fate chose to have it happen on a night when we had company. Needless to say, we are now in need of a new door knob (be it the locking kind or not, I don't know yet) and some glue to put the stupid door back together. Lesson learned: I should have made backups to the backups.
|Mesa Temple, August 27 2011
We ended the weekend with some potatoes from our garden. Five year old baked one and gobbled it up sprinkled with cheese while big Sister attempted to make potato chips using vegetable oil and a deep pan. I took my prerequisite short nap to bolster me through my first night shift back at work. It only took about two hours into my shift before Wifey and I were texting each other about how we wish I was still home. It's strange what you realize at 3am sometimes. Today, at 3am, I realized that witnessing the worst bleach spot on my dark carpet is still better... than the best day... at work.
Lesson learned: enjoy every minute.