Lazy weekend

Phew, it's good to have this week behind me.  Things have mostly returned to normal at work.  My daughter hasn't had a melt-down in a few days, the weather is reasonably decent for January in Saskatchewan, and I'm thankful for a couple of days just to rest and relax.

I had the day off yesterday and spent most of it running errands and doing laundry.  I had my nails done along with a good visit with L, the esthetician.  I've been going to her now for 5 or 6 years and she's become a friend.  We've shared the highs and lows of life, some tears and lots of laughter.  She's the first person I shared the news of D's pregnancy with.  She told me then, that in time I would look forward to welcoming my grandchild.  She's right....I'm there.

The rest of the day, I did some grocery shopping at Safeway and Walmart, unloaded the bags and put away the shopping at home, and finished folding my laundry.  I picked up a few items for a gift for the baby shower for my daughter.  A co-worker offered to host the shower at her home tomorrow.  We're expecting ten or twelve women (including her and I) to attend. It should be fun...though I've never met any of these people before.

Being Friday, I joined friends at a local restaurant.  We all laughed when the waitress referred to us as the Friday night dinner club.  I guess they've finally come to recognize us....it's only taken about 18 months.  The food is decent, the service just okay, but the prices are good and because it often isn't busy we don't have to rush.  Dinner is at 6 p.m., we order shortly after and we often don't leave the restaurant until around 8 p.m.  The group varies in size, from three to a dozen so it's nice to have a place that can be flexible.  Three of the group have been going out to Friday dinner for over twenty years!  

Today was simply a lazy day.  The cats woke me about 6 a.m. looking for breakfast.  I managed to ward them off until nearly 7.  After they were fed, I made a pot of coffee, and headed back to my bed to read.  Just as I was finishing my second cup, my daughter came in and we sat and chatted for some time before she left to go to her part-time job.  I finished the pot of coffee before I finally got of bed at 10!, made breakfast and a pot of soup, and finished washing up the dishes.   

That's all folks!  Seriously, I did nothing else all day.  It's almost 6 p.m. - I've played on the computer, caught up on blog reading, watched several episodes of CSI, Criminal Minds, Dateline, and the news channel.  Speaking of which, did you tune into the inauguration yesterday?  I caught pieces of it, the lead up to the big event, and later in the day as the Trump family climbed out of their limos to walk the rest of the way to the White House.  

Today I've been watching the news channel off and on, catching some of the Women's March on Washington.  I wonder what the Donald (or should I now refer to him as the President Donald?) thinks of the numbers who turned out to protest his misogynist views? They certainly out-numbered those who attended the day before.  I'm sure he'll feel the need to share his thoughts on Twitter....


And on that note, I'll wrap up this post.  I hope you have a wonderful weekend, however you chose to spend it.

The calm after the storm

The sun is shining outdoors, the cats are napping, and the house smells like chili and cinnamon.  Sounds like an odd combination, but the former is tonight's dinner and the latter is a candle burning on the china cabinet.  It would seem all is good in my world and I will grasp this moment and hold it close.

This morning was another story.  My daughter is reaching the end of her pregnancy - just over five weeks until her due date.  I know the hormones are raging so when the meltdown occurred this morning, I wasn't entirely surprised. She had received a call to go into work for a three hour shift and was struggling to find something to wear.  Since I'm a little lot overweight I suggested she try to find something in my room to wear.  After trying on a number of t-shirts she settled on one, until she decided it did't look right, and the melt-down was on.  She raged at me that she hates her body and she looks ugly and fat.

I didn't try to reason with her, but told her that she looks beautiful to me.  That wasn't the right thing to say.  She told me she's gained forty pounds (most of which has been since the first of December), her face is sooo fat, and she can't possibly be beautiful.  Part is this is due to the raging hormones of pregnancy, but I suspect it is more likely due to her long term body issues.

I won't get into the history, but suffice to say she's struggled for years and has never reached a period where she was entirely happy with how she looked.  She was close to reaching that point in the months prior to getting pregnant.  She had lost nearly 75 pounds and was nearly back at her weight in high school and university.  I know she is feeling frustrated, and although there are only a few weeks to go those last weeks of pregnancy can seem an eternity.

What I did say to her, was that when they put that little baby in her arms, all of this will have been worth it.  That did seem to calm her down and she left the house a little less angry than she had been.  At least until the next melt-down occurs.  These seem to be happening every time she's home....at this rate, the five weeks or so until the birth are going to seem very long to me as well.

Hence the reason I am holding onto that particular moment, because surely the clouds will come in again.