Sunday

There is a country song I want to quote but I can't remember all the words so I won't till I do remember the words. Any way now that we are past that, once I remember I'll post it.

I had no problem getting up this morning (at the unGodly hour of 6:15 which I choose to get up at for some strange reason) and getting going to church. Once there a lot of people offered their condolances for the loss of my Dad. It was so nice to get the support there. Everyday without him is getting better and better. I can deal with a lot more now and am not relying on the Xanax to numb me into oblivion. In fact I haven't taken and extra one in 3 days now.

We had a wonderful service today celebrating our recient grads and the teachers in our church. There were gifts for the High School and College grads and all of the kids who particapate or even come to church were brought up to preform in front of the church. Some of the kids go to a program on Wednesday night as well as Sunday School and they did something as well. It was a very uplifting service but as things go as soon as the Pastor was to start his sermon I had to go to the bathroom. I have no idea why this happens to me every time I go to church but I've started to anticipate it and get out before the Pastor starts the reading. Today I missed the reading but did hear the sermon which was wonderful. I usually sit in the lobby after I go to the bathroom and today was no different but when I sat down one of the women from the church came up from lower part of the church with her (now) 2 year old son. Where has the time gone? It seems like last week he was a little baby. After church we had a contental breakfast which was nice as well. It got real loud when the kids started running around and yelling because we were in what is the gym of the church school (it's also where the kids eat lunch during school) but it was still nice. I'm glad I stayed. I ended up coming home with a big bag of mini bagels and a big bag of mixed melons. My oldest was up when I got home and took the bag of fruit and started picking out of it and eating it. I'm glad I brought it home. Now I have fruit for the week. And bagels. I'm going to freeze some of those in a little bit to take out later as I want them.

I have a bone to pick with whom ever will listen. If I was to send you to the store for large lawn and leaf bags would you come back with the big black or green plastic bags or big paper bags that you use to compost? I sent my HHA to get me lawn and leaf bags to pack up my cloths that I can't or don't wear anymore and she came back with big paper bags that you use to compost. I didn't want that type but didn't say I wanted the plastic ones so I guess I got what I asked for. I've asked a few people which ones they would get and they all say plastic ones so what is the reason she got the paper ones? Maybe because I recycle but there isn't any place to compost here and I'm not going to compost my old cloths which she knew I wanted the bags for. It's OK because I'm going to the store tomorrow to exchange them for the plastic ones. I have a few errands I have to run tomorrow and one of them is the bags.

I talked to my brother today and learned a few things about my Dad I didn't know. It was nice to talk to him but the reason I called him was my oldest sister had posted a pic on FB of her with a black eye and wanted to know how it happened. Turns out no one punched her like I thought, she tripped or something and fell into a fence. She had fallen at the beginning of the week and cut her chin on the same fence. My brother said she has turned into some sort of klutz while she has been there. I used to hold that title. I'm glad to pass it on. There was a time it was said of me that I had one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. Glad most of those days are over. I only trip and fall once a day now. (it's getting to hard to get off the floor and I hate calling someone to help me get up)

Well now the house is quiet as both boys are gone. One for a week and the other for 2 weeks. I'm going to try and see if the youngest ones father will start to let him stay overnight soon. Maybe when the new school year starts I'll ask him. I don't want to pay a lawyer to fight this in court. I also want to see if I can get him to bring him on the Fridays I'm supposed to see him but that I think I'm going to have to fight in court for. I miss the noise and confusion that the boys bring with them when they are here. I do cherish the quiet during the week but love it when the boys are here. I miss them when they go home. So for the rest of the day I'm here by myself and am trying to stay awake. I did go in to take a nap for a while but got woke up when the oldest boy came in to get his stuff and look for his earphones in the bed. So I didn't take a long nap and now I'm tired and all I can think of is climbing back into bed but it's to late in the day for that. I have to push myself to stay awake till 10 PM. Then get up at the unGodly hour of 6:15 tomorrow morning. And don't ask me why I get up that early because I don't have an answer for it. It's just the time I set the alarm for.