I spent most of Saturday in a drug-induced haze, and I went shopping. Scary, huh?
I took an el cheapo allergy pill Saturday morning, because I knew we were heading out to second-hand clothing stores, which make me sneeze. I was trying to head that off at the pass. By the time the pretty pink pill had kicked in, we were at our third stop, including that yard sale. Sarah didn’t think it was a good idea for me to curl up for a nap in the parking lot.
I managed to see John at his used book store, and score a couple of craft books and new novels, before I came home and crashed. I never did get quite to sleep as I would become suddenly lucid, someone would talk to me, or someone would crawl all over me.
Later, Ron had to do some shopping, so he & Emma dragged me to the mall. I followed her around the toy department, and when we finally convinced her it was time to go, she grabbed my hand and took off running. “COME ON MOMMY LET’S GO!” She literally dragged me through the checkout, and dragged Ron and I through the rest of the mall. People would hear her coming, (“MOMMY! LOOK! A CIRCLE ON THE FLOOR! LET’S GO ROUND IT!”) and turn and smile at her. I know they were thinking, “Oh how sweet! How energetic!” but all I was thinking was how to get my lips moving and co-ordinated. “Help me…” my brain muttered weakly. When we went out the back doors of the mall, Emma squealed, “YAY! WE MADE IT OUT DA MALL!”
The funny thing was, if it had been any longer to drive home, both Emma and I would have been out like a light.
Yesterday was my turn to cook Sunday dinner too. I cooked the biggest pork loin roast you ever saw, (“Hmm.. it’s say an hour per kg at 350. That’s 3.3 hours and I want supper in 2, maybe two and a half. Let’s crank it up to 450″) and screwed up the stuffing yet again. My mom said something to Emma about maybe her wanting a little brother or sister, so I told Emma to tell her grandmother only if she looked after it. I think that’s the last we’ll hear of that.
Emma also changed her outfit three times yesterday, when she wasn’t running around in her undies being a kitty. Because kitties don’t wear clothes.
We picked some tomatoes, including some from the beefsteak-plum cross plants that Addison planted. Pictures forthcoming, because the *small* tomatoes on that plant weighed in over a pound. Ever see a three and a half pound tomato? You will here later, once my camera batteries are charged. Emma had a field day taking pictures yesterday. While weighing the tomatoes, the scale somehow broke, so we would up completely dismantling the scale to fix it. Can’t put the cover back on, but it’ll weigh stuff again. Ron called it a science experiment.
More later, as I’m running out of time, and the Boss-Man left a list of things for me to do on top of all the house-wifey stuff and that there homeschooling thing we do.
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