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Three days later I’m here to report that I survived the ladies retreat. Praise the Lord for He continues to work miracles.
I drove up with two girls from church whose children are friends of Annabelle’s from Sunday school. They’re sisters in law and best friends who gave me the scoop on who’s who and what’s what. I always love hearing the scoop. We got there right as dinner was starting and I felt so awkward. I didn’t know where to stand or what to do. Most of the ladies there have been going to this church for years and I was the new kid on the block but they welcomed me in.
As a general rule I don’t enjoy ice breaker games that involve some kind of performance. The younger half of the planning committee decided we should do a lip sync competition. NO THANK YOU. Unfortunately it was mandatory participation. I was in a group with a very outgoing girl which I thought would be our ticket to winning. I don’t enjoying performing but I am competitive so I wanted to win. She picked a song from Mulan because “it’s energetic and exciting and we can really get into it.” Turns out she and one other girl were the only ones who got into it. Three of us didn’t know the song so we stood there looking like idiots. Someone grabbed sticks for us to use as props which we used to fake fight with each other. It was a mess. There were five teams competing and we got honorable mention aka last place.
A lady spoke about unity and shared some good tidbits which I immediately butchered when I tried to share them with Christopher. Twice on Saturday we formed groups and prayed aloud. NEED I MENTION AGAIN MY DISLIKE OF PRAYING IN A GROUP. About forty women were in attendance and by my quick calculations, 98% were crying. Thank goodness there weren’t any men in attendance. A room full of crying women is every man’s nightmare. The second time we gathered for prayer it took our group 8 minutes (I timed it) to decide how to pray. Would we pray for the person to our right? To our left? Were we praying for the women at the retreat or whatever we felt led to pray for? Should one person pray for all of us? Should those who don’t like praying aloud be allowed to skip this portion of the weekend? Did everyone find out that Amy’s cat was hit by a car? Is Amy going to get a replacement cat? Should we pray for Amy about the passing of Ricky? Should every other person pray? Should we start praying since the other groups are already done? Again, it was a man’s nightmare.
We made crafts, played games until late into the night and went zip lining. I’m glad I worked up the courage to go because I did enjoy it, but I was peopled out by the time I got home. The only people I need are the two who live in my house.
1. Tonight I’m attending a ladies retreat with church. Raise your hand if this shocks you. I’m raising my hand higher than anyone.
You know how sometimes you get a song stuck in your head and nothing makes it go away? That’s how it was for my Friday night, except it was a phrase that kept repeating in my dreams. “Perfect prior planning prevents poor performance.” Over and over and OVER. If something went wrong in the dream, a voice would say “you could have prevented that poor performance.” It was beyond annoying and I couldn’t stop it, no matter how much I tried.
We didn’t get to pick strawberries or blueberries this summer so I’ve been determined we make it to the pumpkin patch. We had a lengthy to-do list for Saturday but I penciled in pumpkin patching for the afternoon. My friend told me about a farm where we could pick pumpkins off the stems, not just out of a giant bucket. It was over half an hour away but I thought the experience would be worth it. I had done the perfect prior planning so I didn’t expect any poor performance from the farm.
It felt wrong to pick pumpkins when it was 75* and we were wearing sandals! I actually started sweating. AB brought her Easter basket and insisted on trying to stuff too large pumpkins in it.
The problem with saying you have nothing interesting going on is that something might happen and you end up wishing nothing had happened.
Ask me how I know.
Annabelle was wearing big girl bottoms this morning as she often does. She acts as if they’re a diaper but I continue putting them on her so she doesn’t forget that she’s supposed to be potty training. She had an accident which I cleaned up. Then she had another. Ten minutes later she had another. I kept the paper towels and cleaner out after the first accident because I’ve learned a thing or two in my three months of the Potty Training Trial of 2017. I was frustrated about something I don’t even remember now so I went upstairs to regroup. Suddenly I heard yelling and crying from the living room.
Annabelle was trying to clean her little potty but instead sprayed herself in the face with the clorox bleach cleaner I accidently left out.
By the time I got downstairs her eyes and nose were swollen and red. She was screaming so hysterically I could barely wash her eyes out. She was squeezing her eyes shut and I didn’t think any water gone in. I gave her a cool facecloth to hold against her eyes but she didn’t want to. She kept screaming and crying. She is not much of a crier and definitely not a screamer so I knew she was in a lot of pain. I wasn’t quite sure if it warranted a trip to the doctors so I called Christopher and he said to take her to urgent care. As I put her shoes on she sniffled and said, “I fink I’m going to need something to help me remember this day.” As if the gray hairs I got today won’t remind me.
We drove to the pediatric urgent care with AB crying the whole way and saying she couldn’t see. I gave her Mr Lion which was a real treat since he’s gone extinct over the last few months. The urgent care was closed. Why? Who closes their urgent care? I had to find another urgent care which meant more time hearing her scream. Thankfully there was another right down the road. As I was checking her in she asked the receptionist if she was being a good patient. The receptionist said she was and gave her a little bag with coloring books, stickers and a pencil. She held onto the pencil for dear life the entire time we were there.
The doctor said her eyes didn’t look too bad but they did need to be washed out more. It took three of us to hold her down while he flushed them out. It was HORRIBLE. Even though it was an accident I felt SO SO bad for leaving the cleaner out and seeing her scream and try to get away from the doctor made it 10 times worse.
I rewarded us for surviving the experience with ice coffee and doughnuts. When she went down for a nap I lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling. It took me awhile to recover.
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Me at 1:58PM |
* with help from my editor
Watching: Baby Einstein, Toy Story and Sarah and Duck. Do you yike the new Toy Story or the old Toy Story?
Eating: Yogurt is my favorite. I don’t yike olives. I yike peas, corn, and rice with peanut butter. I mean soy sauce! That’s so funny. Rice with soy sauce!
Reading: One Morning In Maine and Blueberries for Sal. At night I line up all my friends in bed and tell them we’re going to Buck’s Harbor, just like they do in the book.
Talking about: Japan, stingrays, soccer, what I want to be for Halloween, washing machines, the map of the world that’s round and talks about America (a globe). I yike to talk about crafts.
Planning: my garden next year. It will be a flower garden with seeds, carrots, coconuts and potatoes.
Earning: monies for my turtle bank. I dust the living room and do big chores. I clean the house. Sometimes I ask for monies after I make my bed but I don’t get any.
Going to: school. I yike the songs and the toys. I yike riding in the cars on the playground, crawling in the caterpillar and eating snacks. We sing the snack song and munch, munch eat a yittle bit. We dress the frog picture in his clothes for the day. I do his sunglasses and it’s so funny!
Favorite thing about Mommy: playing with her.