Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jog

One week has passed since I boarded the flight that would take me to Boyland and our daughter and son-in-law's home in North Carolina.  It was an adventurous and eventful week, to say the least.

On Tuesday when dosing the smaller child with his allergy medicine, I accidentally mistook the 1/2 Tablespoon measure (I've never even seen one of those before then) and gave the little guy 2 of them.  He was only supposed to get 1 full teaspoon full of his prescription.  I quickly (on my part) called Wal-Greens and waited for the long message to play through, only to be cut off.  I dialed it again, and when the young girl answered and spoke to the pharmacist, she said that because little grandson was under 5, I would need to call the pediatrician's office.  The pediatrician's office personnel said that I would need to call Poison Control.  I was a mess by the time I got to the lady that answered there.  Fortunately she laughed (to calm me, I am sure) and said that I would have had to have given him six times that amount for them to "treat" him.  Relief poured over my body..

Wednesday was violin lesson and a study in traffic patience.  The drive to and from the site of the lesson was a good thirty minutes each way with people getting off work.  It was a relief to arrive back home, but that was my most unorganized day.

Thursday was very organized with me being able to reorganize our daughter's three linen closets, as she only moved into the new house in July.  I felt a huge sense of accomplishment being able to do that for her.  She has enough to do with grocery shopping for the boys in her life, cleaning house, exercising, and running carpools without having to worry about organizing linens, which I love.

On Friday we had at least 7 boys in the backyard, down from the 10+  on Monday.  I checked frequently on the little ones.  Then all of a sudden, "he" wasn't there and none of the boys had seen him leave.  My heart sank as I searched first the back, side, and front yards.  No use to yell for him, as the sound doesn't seem to carry very well there.  About 10 minutes into my ordeal and his "missing," a mom came out of a house up and across the street.  She told me that she had tried to call, but ended up leaving a voice mail.  It seems that the small one had told her that it was "alright" with his mom if he came inside to play.  My adrenaline was totally gone at this point.  I was so grateful that it was pizza night, and that there was not so much for the Nana to do.  The little one's punishment was to miss the hot dog/marshmallow roast birthday party in the neighborhood, which turned into a blessing for both him and me, as it got rather chilly outside.

On Saturday, it was beyond beautiful there.  Little did I know. 

The soccer game (7 year old) was the funniest thing that I've ever seen.  I think that the parents enjoyed it as much or more than their offspring.  Afterwards we went to a most delicious meal at IHOP.  Little did I know that it would be my last meal until a panini in Dallas' airport at 9:30 PM that night.

The boys' mom's flight was delayed in Abilene, then delayed for 9 long hours in Dallas.  In the meantime I was delayed in NC (no flights were going in or out at DFW).  Once I got to Dallas, I found that my connecting flight had just taken off.  Rats!!!  I was put on stand-by, a first for me in my 62 years of frequent flying.  I was "not" feeling the love, but kept reminding myself that the reason I wanted to be back for Sunday was that I was the one facilitating the Sunday school class and that I still needed to be a Christian when I arrived at home.  LOL!!!

Early to bed on Sunday, a nap today, and now I'm finally ready to call it a day.

I did manage to go to yoga, a wonderful new Bible Study taught by one of our preachers, and a Curves Open House for new ownership and location.

I came home to the wonderful aroma of Vegetable Barley soup in the crock-pot.  Yummy!  Great meal for a grey day.

Blessings on your sleep.