September 15, 2006

Ms. Pitiful


Muttola and her cone were left alone all day as we drove to DC. In the National Museum of the American Indian we commented how Korean different tribes looked and how similar the Mayan calander numbers are to Korean. Then it took us two hours to drive home (normally a 45 minute affair). We forgot it was Friday... all three of us thought it was Saturday. Mom K talked the whole way including at least 20 minutes of baby nudging. I tore off all the plastic on the steering wheel liner in tiny, repetitive pieces.

After all that, I'm now hiding in our basement guest room pretending I'm checking to see if anyone responded to Craigs list and is requesting our clawfoot tub.

I can't talk to anyone anymore. I'm done. I need three or four days of total silence.

Did I mention that tomorrow is the ladies brunch in my honor? Tomorrow night is dinner with D & S, Sunday is church, Sunday night is dinner with A & J, Monday the closing on our house, as well as dinner with our other neighbor, Tuesday we go to our favorite neighborhood cafe, Wednesday we leave town.

I guess silence (and breathing) will wait.

In the meantime, my poor little conehead keeps me laughing.

7 comments:

scarp said...

Try squeezing in even a few minutes of prayer journaling. I often find that those few minutes of writing and being with the Lord are worth hours of quiet rest when I'm in the midst of craziness...

I'm still praying for you both...

zelda1 said...

My dog Tippy, well, when he was very young and minding his own buisness in our back yard, that, by the way, had a huge rock fence, was attacked by two huge dogs that had jumped over our fence. As a result of that attack, he had to have his right leg repaired and to keep him from diggy at his stictches, they put one of those cone things on him. It was bigger than he. It was funny, tragic too, but funny when he tried to get it off. He recovered and lived many more years before he had to be put to sleep as a result of old age and cancer.

Everblest said...

breathe, breathe, breathe.... and remember what my momma always said "This too shall pass."

Praying you get through all the goodbyes and such with the grace and peace you need.

jo(e) said...

The image of your tearing all the plastic off the sterring wheel liner is so perfect -- and says so much.

I hope you get some time to yourself soon -- even if it's just a few hours -- to restore your sanity.

bg's Little Sis said...

I've seem some really cute new steering wheel covers at the auto parts store lately:) Hard hugs to you!

Mama Nabi said...

Oh my, that does sound like a painful drive... hang in there... have you tried screaming into a pillow? That sometimes works for me. :-D

revabi said...

Poor Muttola.
You do need some time, and I hope you get some.
Take some deep breaths as my kids would say.