Colds Suck

I woke up yesterday feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. If this is how Jordan has been feeling all week then I feel even sorrier for her.

Sick or not, it was Wednesday and that's the day I try to do my errands if I have any. Being that Coffee Hour is on hiatus until the new year (sniff) I had a few more hours to do what I needed to do. And did I need to do a lot!

After dropping off the children at school, Jordan and I mailed our Christmas cards and returned my books to the library. Then we went to Shoppers World to see if I couldn't knock off a few gifts on my list. This is a very lousy mall, I have to say, but I did get one gift before heading off.

Next stop was Costco for some spinach dip my mother loves. It was crazy there and people don't seem to care if they hit you with their cart. As I was pulling out of my parking spot, I heard something scraping along the ground. I stopped and interestingly enough, so did the noise. I pulled forward but couldn't see anything, so I reversed and heard something drop. Pretending that it couldn't possibly be from my van I pulled out completely and started to drive away. Then... I saw it. A piece from my van had fallen off.

!!!

I quickly stopped and got out to see what the heck was missing and saw that it was a strip by the sliding door. GREAT. I turned back to go and pick it up and saw a woman pulling in. So I started running.

Yes... I ran. You can laugh later.

"Stop! Stop!" I yelled.

The woman in the car stopped and looked at me. Then she kept going. By then I was close enough to see that the part that had fallen off had a nail sticking out of it and would pierce her tire.

"Stop! Please stop!" I said, more because she was driving over a part of my van and less because it was about to puncture her tire.

Then she gave me the finger.

My mouth fell open.

Finally she reversed enough to let me pick up the piece and when I looked up to thank her, she was wildly waving her hands at me, and yelling something. I think she may have even been frothing at the mouth.

I just pretended she was wishing me the Love of the Lord, tossed the piece into the van and continued on with my day.

We stopped at a few more places before stopping at home to rest and recharge. Jordan, however, had other plans. Plans that included a lot of crying and fussing. She finally fell asleep 5 minutes before we had to leave to get the children from school.

Picked up the children, went to my mom's to drop off the dip but she wasn't home, so we went to buy a stamp. I actually let Sam go in to Hasty Market on his own (with a list of security measures and 60 cents) to buy the stamp. Then we went to Walmart which was a MISTAKE. I should have gone there first thing, because everyone and their uncle was there and all the aisles of Christmas wrapping paper and decorations was jammed up with skids of stock.

It was frustrating to say the least.

We got home and I had just finished shovelling the driveway when Ian arrived home from work.

Whew.

I felt so crappy that Ian sent me to bed early. I was there before 8pm! SWEET!

This morning I had just gotten out of the shower when Ian told me I had a phone call. It was my very dear friend Jen calling to tell me that she had her baby just an hour before. He was born at 6:05 am and weighed just over 9lbs. I can't wait to see him. I just had to stop and thank and praise the Lord for this precious arrival. This time last year, Jen and her husband were mourning the loss of a baby that was not meant for this world, and now here they are with this precious little boy.

I've said it before, and I'll continue to say it as long as there is breath in my body... He is so good, is he not! Thank you, Father! Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU!

I rested as much as I could today but I still feel lousy. I yearn for the day my nose works again so I can stop breathing through my mouth like a neanderthal.

Apparently there is a huge storm coming either tonight or tomorrow. Looks like we'll have a white Christmas, and who doesn't love that! I hope it doesn't affect our plans for tomorrow evening though. We're going to a Christmas party that friends of ours hosts each year. There will be five couples and a whole lot of children. Two of the ladies are friends of Ian's from way back in the day that we reconnected with through our church. One other couple is from our church and we are close with, and the last couple are people the hostess met while in the hospital. It's always such a great evening together. Once a year just the ladies get together for dinner.

Ha... someone just let me know that they received my Christmas card today. TODAY! And I just mailed it yesterday. I think Canada Post is staffed by superheroes.

Well, I'm waiting for Ian to come home so I can go to bed. I am hoping that I will wake up miraculously well in the morning.