Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Testy Tuesday

It started out a typical Tuesday.  But it wasn't.
The kids are back in school after Fall Break, I got to enjoy a quiet cup of coffee after everyone got on the bus.  
My Reunion Group was meeting halfway across the sky.  W is working from home, so it's pretty far for her to come out to Salsa Verde, our usual meeting spot.  It's a bit easier on everyone if we meet at Trader's Point at Luciano's, rather than hoof all the way out to Avon.   But it's also more expensive. ;) 
So we don't do that very often.  However, we haven't been able to meet very often because of Fall Break and Work From Home and a zillion other things.

Taco Tuesday.
Luciano's has Tacos Al Pastor, marinated with pineapple and decorated with cilantro and onion, these tacos are delicious. I don't even open the menu. 
I thought it would be enough to be able to do that today. 

But my friend wrote that her daughter isn't doing very well at Riley.  
So I asked if she had food.  Of course, she hasn't been thinking of eating.   
I understand completely.  Been There. 

So after my gals and I met, I took some tacos down to her at Riley.  

Riley - Simon Tower.  
I'm so thankful I don't have to be there. 
My friend is thankful that I have been bringing her food and stuff, but I feel rather selfish. I get a lot out of it.  I get peace of mind, that I'm physically doing something in addition to Prayer.  And by making things easier for her Mama, I'm helping in Anna's recovery.  Does that make sense?

But as with all visits to Riley, it's emotionally draining.  I know all I did was drive.  But I came home and needed some rest, I just dozed on the couch for a bit.  Being strong drains me.  I know how much it drains the families of the patients.  I've been there, I've been one.  And I wrestle with the guilt over how much I'm not there now, even though we're having rough times, it's not that rough.  I don't have to go in, and smell the soap.  That soap sets me off.  

When I got home, the vet had sent me a single red rose, and a card of condolence.  
How nice to be remembered.  
And still, it's bittersweet.  
I missed my dog.  

It progressively got worse, after the kids got home.  Chris was in a bad mood, and he took it out on me. 
I should find comfort in the fact that he lets his guard down at home, and can act however he wants, because he knows he's safe, that I'll love him anyway.  But sometimes he can be mean. 

Meanwhile, Jacob had a good day.  
So to reward him , we went out for ice cream after Scouts. 
Custard.  Culver's.  His choice.  
Do you see the sucker tattoo on my forehead?

The Oreo Overlord.  
I thought that's what the board said the flavor of the day was, Oreo Overlord.  Just kidding.  
It was Oreo Overload.  Either way, Jacob wanted it.   
And he got some.  
I guess he was the Oreo Overlord.

Mama got a pumpkin spice milkshake. 
Also not too shabby. 
Carbs are my reward for a rough day.