* While driving through a particularly bad rain storm on Friday on our way to Fargo, Mazie pipes up from the back seat and says: Poppa, it is raining cats and dogs and leopards and bears and whales and...and...and
* Steve had to get to the airport at 4:30 AM on Sunday morning. I wasn't feeling the greatest and so was having difficulty sleeping. I set my alarm on my phone for 3:30 AM because Betty (Jon's mom) said we had to leave their house by 4:00 to get to the airport. Because I wasn't sleeping, I saw a flash from my phone and realized that it was out of battery and it wasn't going to make it to 3:30. But...Betty had an alarm clock right by Steve so I set that.
I decided that I should go out to the couch and see if I could sleep out there...sitting up. I didn't do a whole lot better there but the last time I looked at the clock was 3:15. I opened my eyes at 3:55 and ran in to the bedroom to tell Steve he had 5 minutes before we had to leave. I opted for jeans and a sweatshirt instead of my pj's which was heavenly directed....We left and he got to the airport!!!!!
I drove home and rounded the corner to Betty and Carl's house and was struck with a bit of panic. It was now 4:45 and I realized I didn't take the key to their house. I prayed that it would be open. I crept to the door and tried the knob and NOTHING....Here are my options and why it did not make sense to me with little sleep and rational thinking pretty much out of the picture...
Option 1: Ring doorbell or knock at the door. I didn't think it would wake Betty and Carl but I thought the kids would wake up and they needed their sleep.
Option 2: Call Betty and Carl....very rude behavior from a guest!!!!
Option 3: Drive to Jane's....if B & C weren't up...chances are neither were Emma and Jane.
Option 4: Call Jane....faulty thinking connected to option 2.
Option 5: Sleep in the car and wait until morning. So back to the car, tucked my purse under my head and thought about sleep.
Here is where it is really important to get very personal. I have a panic bladder. I am fine unless I think that there is no place for me to go to the bathroom. I panicked and had several options:
Option 1: Go out in the back yard...See Option 2 above!!!
Option 2: I wasn't sleeping because I had a list of things to get at the grocery store before we left for Omaha the next day...go to the grocery store NOW! So off I went to the store, used the bathroom and came home at about 7:00.
Crept up to the door and listened...nothing....went back and fluffed my purse, tucked my arms in my sweatshirt, and went to sleep. I woke up at 8:20 and went to the door.
I knocked and Mazie finally came to the door. She greeted me with, "oh, hi Nana. Could you please make me some breakfast?" Right on her heels came Simon Bear with the same request. I asked about where Gramma and Grampa were...they were still sleeping.
Recommendations....um....I don't think I would recommend it!
* We were getting ready to leave for Omaha. I was nervous driving the 400 miles with the kids and no other adult. The weather was proving to be a challenge with sever thunderstorms that could produce hail and tornadoes looming on the path to get home. When I first got to the Tengesdals (I had slept at Jane's that night) both of the kids were in the car and in their car seats before we had the car loaded. I suggested that they wait because I figured that they would spend a great deal of time in the car.
Later when we were ready to go, Simon came up from the basement where they were both had been playing and I said, "Simon, where is your sister." He said, "She is playing in the basement. She gets distracted like that, you know."
* Bed time is never a favorite time. One of the nights we were trying to get the kids to bed. Mazie had to be put to bed several times. The last time she was escorted to her room and I knelt down to tell her again why she had to go to bed. She held up her finger and her thumb about a 1/2 inch apart and said, "Nana, sometimes I don't like you this much." Then she looked at the space and increased it to about 2" and said, "No, more like this, sometimes." All I could do is laugh!!!
* Betsy and Jon's apartment gets exceedingly hot. To open the windows in the big apartment you have to shut the alarm off. I decided that I would just open the windows and run to the office and press the okay code in INSTEAD of punching the code and then the individual windows. So it went like this...Open the window...LOUD alarm ringing....run to the office. I did this for about 5 windows and went into the kitchen. I couldn't get the window up so I called for my man of the house to help me. The conversation went like this...
Me: Simon, could you open the window?
Si: Yes, but this is what we are going to do. First, you go to the office and tell me when you get there. I will open the window and then the alarm won't go off for so long.
Me: Si, that is a great idea.
Si: [waiting with a funny look on his face, primed to turn and open the window] Well, go to the office. [I run to the office]
Si: Are you there? Are you ready?
The window was opened and the alarm went off much quicker....
So...I do not know who is taking care of whom but I am thoroughly loving being with our kiddos and looking forward for a few days with Miss Emma who made her mommie so happy when she rolled over on Saturday several times...but then...she stopped. She hasn't rolled since. Oh how I love being a Nana!!!! It truly is an amazing blessing from God.