Grandmother's Visit, Part 4

My boy is playing in the bathroom sink, and my girl is sleeping. We are having a very good Monday so far.
Grandmother left yesterday afternoon, and I think she really enjoyed herself while she was here. We watched Christmas movies almost every night that she was here, and one night Evan played the piano and she sang Christmas songs. And Grandmother loves to sing.
I did not do so well over the weekend; in hindsight, I think it had everything to do with my expectations. I was expecting a relaxing weekend in which I would leave early Saturday morning to do my grocery shopping, come home, and get the house and dinner ready for our company Saturday night. We would all go to church Sunday morning; I would take the ladies their Pampered Chef orders and chat after church. In reality, Friday night Evan came home with a badly hurting neck. Between Noelle waking up every two hours and Evan needing help from the bed to the recliner (not, of course, at a time I was already up), I was pretty tired by Saturday morning. Then we decided that Grandmother would take Evan to the walk-in clinic because his neck muscles were going into spasms and he couldn’t relax in any position. The doctor prescribed muscle relaxers and crazy amounts of ibuprofen for him, so the rest of the day he mostly stayed in the recliner relaxing or sleeping. I finally got to run to the store around 1:30 p.m. Let me explain that seemingly benign statement. Shopping and I coexist on specific terms. 1) No crowds. 2) Mornings only. 3) No children. Okay, so, I can handle having my children with me occasionally. I mean, I am a mom after all. And I actually enjoy shopping (especially grocery shopping… I know, I am weird) on those terms. Back to my story. It was 1 p.m.; it was the first weekend of the month; it was the first weekend of the month of December. It was not morning (which only means my patience and nerves have had time to fray), and it was extremely crowded. I also knew my house was not clean and dinner was not even on its way to being prepared. I hadn’t even bought the ingredients. When I got home I was in a slight tizzy, internally, that is. Grandmother was great and helped me get everything ready for dinner, and I cleaned a tiny bit and decided to let my expectations of a clean house go. We had a really good evening. Sunday morning Evan decided that he wasn’t going to church because his neck was still hurting (and I suspect he wanted a quiet, restful morning by himself without having to tell Nathan to stay away from him) and that Grandmother, Nathan, Noelle, and I should go to church. Ha So we managed, although I must admit that my attitude was far from good. I got most of my stuff delivered, and the only thing I suffered was a hurting back and neck from carrying Noelle in the ring sling too long. My other sling would’ve kept my back and neck from hurting so much, but it is a bit too much to wear over a coat. Of course, the minute I began worshipping in church, Someone reminded me of my awful attitude. So then I had to apologize when I got home, even though I still felt rather sorry for myself. Ha ha So there is my pitiful little story. I feel rather childish as I look back over it, but such is life.
All of that to say, I wish I were someone who could roll with the punches a little better. I am working on it, truly; it’s just difficult because I like to be prepared, and part of rolling with the punches is not knowing when the punch is coming. Ha Oh well. I must say that I was looking forward to today. And, thankfully, so far there have been no punches. ;-)