After an eventful Thursday and Friday morning, the weekend calmed down quite a bit. Since the girls had their sleepover, Quayd felt that he "deserved" one, too, with his friends. The boys spent hours in the pool and the camp trailer, ate homemade french fries until they were sick and then watched Napolean Dynomite. (Help me.) They got cold cereal for breakfast because I was headed off to my worst nightmare... the Logan Laundromat.
I've not been to a laundromat since the my birthday a few weeks before Dale was born in 1978. And I no likee every bit as much as I did then. Same laundromat and I think it was the SAME washers and dryers! It was a nightmare! (I still remember that awesome day that Doug's brother pulled up to our home with a used washer in the back of his pick-up for me! Doug's mom's birthday gift to me! One of my favorite gifts ever!)
I went in thinking that I could zip in and out, get it all done in an hour. NOT. TEN washers. $1.75 each. (Eight days of laundry.) In the next two hours, if it could go wrong, it did go wrong. One giant bottle of 8X concentrated Melaleuca detergent had spilled during transit and filled the bottom of the laundry basket! (This picture was after I'd emptied most of it.) Pouring the soap from the basket was a huge MESS!! I spent the next 15 minutes rinsing the soap out of the basket in a tiny bathroom sink that was big enough to was a cereal bowl in. Please pass how a laundromat does not have a large utility sink??? I kept thinking, "This is something you'd watch on I Love Lucy, as the bubbles were filling the tiny bathroom, the sink, overflowing onto the floor! It was so dang hot in the building and raining outside, so we felt like we were inside of a dishwasher.
My plan was to get the laundry washed, then, bring it home to dry throughout the day. Doug's "Time is money, let's just dry them here" attitude began to change when when we were dropping quarters into the dryer every three minutes for the next hour! Then, as he took the first large basket out to the Expedition, the bottle of bleach spilled all over the back. I'd tightened the lid, I just hadn't pushed the childproof cap down enough before I did! Oops. Doug is not one to get angry, but he takes spilled milk on carpet and bleach seriously. He scrubbed and dried and wiped for half an hour. We were so ready to be done with the whole experience when it was over. Thirty dollars and over two hours later. Now, I can laugh. Then, not so much.
After the laundromat, we made a trip to Lowes to purchase a new toilet. Quayd flushed Mr. PotatoHead down it when he was about five and it's had occasional issues ever since (even after several snakes and plungers), but over the past two months or so, it's become a nasty task regularly, if you know what I mean. It has been progressively getting worse to the point of no return (pun intended)...especially since there wasn't anything in the house that wasn't already in the wash to clean up the mess! Broken washer plus broken toilet equals cranky Sophia. And can I just say, toilets aren't cheap! Holy schmoly!
A real giggle from Liza made my day! LIza and Buddy had been out running errands together. As they walked into the store, Buddy was ahead of her. She looked down and noticed that her leg was wet from her water bottle,which she usually carries. She said, "Oh my gosh, I think my water leaked!" As Liza told me this, I knew where she was going. She said that Buddy STOPPED dead in his tracks, turned around and his eyes were as big as could be!!! She said that it was, as though, he thought she meant her water and the enormity of him becoming a daddy hit him between the eyes! They both laughed once he had realized and she's still laughing! It was sweet as she told me the story because she followed up with just how thoughtful and attentive he has been since she became pregnant. I'm so happy for them both!
Another funny from Zaylee: She was looking at the pictures on my blog and started talking about Liza's baby in her tummy. I said something about Liza having the baby and she said, "No, Gwammie! The baby has to crack out of the egg first!" I showed her Liza's birthday blog and started with "Here's Liza as a baby, Here's Liza when she was one..." She counted the years through all thirty years with me. Then she asked me if I had a picture of her eating her first birthday cake, like I did of Liza. I did, so I showed her. Then she asked if I had one when she was two... three... four... Then, she looked quite seriously at me and said, "Show me me when I grew up!" oops, Zaylee. Maybe in about 25 years.
I won't say much, but I will say that Mom's still in town. There will not be a large enough truck until tomorrow or possibly Wednesday. Her home is completely packed and ready to load. It will be Wednesday at the soonest before they hit the road. Rick being here has been ugly. VERY ugly. And very stressful. For everyone. I'm so thankful that I live up the street and that he "warned/threatened" me to stay away. Now, he can't get angry that I'm not there. He's menacing and Doug nor I have ever seen such anger. If I disappear for a few days, it would be because we've just decided to head out of town until they are gone and we'll pray that we come home to find our home still in one piece. Enough said.
A very happy thought: On Friday afternoon, UPS delivered a fun package from my blogging friend, Deb, who sent a very awesome not so little "care package" for Zaylee. Zaylee wanted to wear everything immediately and had to be "talked down" to hanging them up until school starts next month. She can't stop talking about her "pwesents". Doug was actually tearful at the sweet and kind thoughts of good friends!
As we were eating Sunday dinner, the wind started to blow. Not as in a gentle breeze, but out of nowhere there were strong bursts of wind that had Doug and I wondering how fast they were. HUGE GUSTS. Things were blowing across the lawn, off the deck, out of the pool and then, right before our eyes, we watched the only tree that Doug did not girdle CRACK!!! And with that CRACK came one huge section of the tree toppling over! (YAAAAAAAY!!! NOW IT WILL HAVE TO COME DOWN!!!") It landed on the playhouse , the apple tree and took out off a section of the Asian Pear Tree. It was so loud!!! I sat praying that the other trees would go down too, missing the pool and the garden, and chopped into nice size logs for someone's fireplace. No miracles took place on that prayer. ;) However, late last night, friend and neighbor Jared came over to check it out and said he'd be here today with a chainsaw to help clean up the mess. We are so blessed with good friends and neighbors! (I just heard the chainsaw start up as I typed that sentence!)
It was a crazy weekend. We've didn't hear any more from Kelly and assume she's still in her "alternate" residence. This is one week that I'm looking forward to see coming to an end. We will miss Mom, but we will not miss any of the drama. And, like I told her, I'm so happy that they are getting into a home and she won't have to do winter anymore and she loves it down there and and and... how can I not be happy for that?
After the storm yesterday, we looked outside and were reminded that there's a rainbow after the storm!
Life is good... full of exciting moments, sometimes dreaded moments, sometimes drama. But, it's good.
Create a life that you are proud to live.