When I woke up this morning, after a NyQuil-induced sleep, I wasn't sure how I would feel. I was rested, which is a new feeling for me, and I could tell my voice was on its last legs. After I took the boys to school, I thought about going back to sleep, or even taking more NyQuil, but opted against it. I caught up on email, read the blogs I follow, and watched the news. I remembered the George W. Bush Presidential Center at SMU was being dedicated today, so I turned the television back on. Imagine...being in the general vicinity of all five of our nation's living presidents all at one time!
I got a little teary thinking about all of the good that came from some of those men and their leadership. I won't lie. It was a moment I never would've expected. Government and politics aren't really my thing. Yes, I have a general idea of what's going on, and there are some things I am passionate about, but I focus more on the here and now and not the big picture. I like to keep things in my own little bubble, folks. It's safer here, and it always smells like Cherry Blossom from Bath & Body Works. Who wouldn't love that? I mean...aside from someone who doesn't like Cherry Blossom from Bath & Body Works, but I don't know who couldn't love that.
Tangent: Have you ever found the "smell" that seemed to be tailor-made just for you? The scent that people smell and automatically associate with you, one that you might have never thought of on your own, but once you smell it, it's just...you? That's Cherry Blossom for me. It's weird. It smells different on every person, but it just fits me. And, lucky for me, I love it. So it's a win all around!
Okay, then.
I also decided I really wanted some spicy chicken tortilla soup. It's the best when you're sick and you can't breathe, but you want to rejoin the human race sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, I was out of onion. And Kleenex, because Kleenex are vital to the recipe. So, I set the remainder of the Bush Library coverage to record, and I took off for Market Street by way of Target. They're not close, but I really feel it's vital to visit both in case one has something the other doesn't. Target had Kleenex. Market Street had the greatness of three firetrucks full of firefighters and a few police officers...all shopping for food.
Needless to say, it was a great shopping trip. Lots to look at.
I got home and started the soup, then thought about writing a paper. When I got over it, I cleaned up, set the soup to simmer, and decided I should look presentable for the Relay for Life meeting at school. I packed a bag with Gatorade, crackers, and two video games, then took off for school. After I got the boys situated, I listened to the rest of them discuss the Relay, and waited to be asked my opinion. Yes, I know. Very unlike me to wait...but I'm trying this whole "patience" thing on for size. I'm not sure it's the right fit.
After the Relay meeting, we had an hour or two to kill before B's baseball practice, so we went home and the boys ate for at least an hour, and I complained about how they eat too much. That's pretty much par for the course these days. I dropped B and N at B's practice (I NEVER drop them, I always stay, but today, I just couldn't), and then went to my friend, Angela's, to drop off some soup. She answered the door and said, "You didn't have to bring me soup. You're the one who's sick." This is one of probably a thousand reasons why we're friends. She gets me, and I get her. And that's awesome. Because everyone should have at least one friend like that. As an added bonus, our kids like each other, and she doesn't freak out during my children's moments of total insanity, and I don't freak out during hers. We're kindred spirits.
And that's pretty great.
After I got home and got the boys to bed, I decided I should write my paper. It needed to be about something I knew to be true, something I had firsthand experience with...and so I wrote about how terrifying it was to get a phone call from N telling me something was wrong with B, and the events that lead to B's admission to the ICU at Children's Medical Center last summer. And I know, without a doubt, that it will be something others can relate to.
Because hearing news that something bad happened to your kid is any parent's worst nightmare.
Aubs
P.S. For the record, B is okay. He's totally fine...but for a while, I was afraid he wouldn't be. And then he started being a pain in the rear again, and I knew we'd turned a corner.
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