Meals #24 and 25

Well, yesterday nearly killed me, trying to get everything done.  My goodness! I knew Wednesday night after church that Thursday was going to be a doozy-of-a-day but a couple more things were thrown in that were out of my control so what can you do?  As I am trying to recall the order of yesterday (as this is Friday while I write), I can't believe that was even yesterday because it feels like last week.  Anyway, on Thursday morning I am usually teaching by 8 a.m.  I was to meet my husband for lunch with the church staff at 11 so I had many things planned for that short window (post office, kroger, bank).  We woke up to ice (not that much, really) but school was delayed by 2 hours and that also meant by voice lesson was delayed by 2 hours.  I heard this loud noise in my head that I'm sure was my window slamming shut.  I made the cornbread to go with the last batch of broccoli/cheese soup and the cookies that I had already made. When I was finished teaching, I packed up the car thinking I could still make the bank and school to deliver meal before I met them at the church.  But my oldest kids were still sitting there waiting for their bus.....oh yeah, it's 2 hours late so I sat back down waiting with them.  I had the car loaded and when the bus went by I jumped in the truck and waited down by the stop sign to see them get on (I didn't want to get stuck behind the bus, ya know).  I'm sure my kids thought I was a nut...suppose I am.  I went to the school, delivered the meal to the chorus teacher.  Left there and went to the bank.  Came out of there and high-tailed it to church.  After a wonderful lunch, I came home to get my self together for teaching all afternoon.  This is the last time I see them before our break so I had gifts for them.  I come home and it's about 2 (I teach at 3), and I sit in front of my computer, contemplating if there was enough time to blog before I taught and my phone rang.  It was my oldest, sick in the clinic with 101 degree temperature.  Oh boy!  So I jump back in the truck and rush to get her. My youngest gets home about 2:50 so I can't dally.  I got home by 2:40 and made sure I was set up for piano.  I realize sometime during my teaching that my schedule for Friday morning was shot as well because of having a sick child at home who would more than likely need to go to the doctor.  I had a school party at 1:00 on Friday and on and on it goes for that day as well.  You get the idea.  So when I was done teaching, we eat dinner and Derek says, "how can I help you?"  I'm guessing he knew I needed help because of the perma-wrinkles that I'd developed on my forehead from the day I'd had and the headache that resulted from that.    I had to go to Kohls because I had $30 that would expire on Sunday and there was no time to go before then but I also needed to make a pot of Santa Fe soup for the family on Friday.  He offered to go to Kohls and take pictures of stuff, text it back to me and then purchase whatever I said.  That made my headache feel worse..... so I gave him instructions for the soup instead (and I may have passed him the headache as well, not sure).  I got home at 9 and the pot of soup was made, by him and my youngest.  He asked me what else was needed for the family's meal so he put on a batch of the cranberry walnut oatmeal cookies while I got the batch of cornbread mixed.  One came out and the other went in.  Done.  We sat on the couch with the tv on in the background and he told me something that almost made this day not seem so hectic.  While making the soup with Meril, she said when she grows up she wanted to be an artist and to be a good cook for her family and she also wanted to make 30 meals in 30 days.  I created new perma-wrinkles around my mouth from the smile I made.  What a treasure!
I delivered meal #25 before the Christmas party today (Friday).  Looking for which neighbor will get meal #26 in my neighborhood.  Moira has the flu.    But life is great.....and I have the wrinkles to prove it.