Busy weekend.  I had to work on Sunday so took my father to church on Saturday evening and then had dinner at their place to celebrate mothers’ day.  As my dad and I walked back towards the car he said to me, "I knew getting old would be hard but I never thought it would be this hard."

Overall it was a crappy Mothers’ Day despite my husband being wonderful and giving me lovely gifts.  Probably a combination of working, being tired and having too high expectations.  The boys were being so foul in the late afternoon that I finally ordered everyone into the car and we just drove for an hour or so….through cornfields and deserted little towns.  Owen collapsed and slept, Leo looked for trains and when we came back our heads were clearer.

I’ve got one more busy week of work.  Have to work on Saturday and then I guess I’ll have to take my father to church on Saturday evening again as I hope to go to the Third Sunday Market.  Mostly I just want to collapse and sleep all day long….and then all night long…..and then all day long.

2 thoughts on “Expectations

  1. I’ve been wanting to go to the Third Sunday Market for years … this looks like a good weekend to do it. Sounds like you need a break.

  2. I completely commiserate with your dad. I know I’m not THAT old, but still…I know at least part of what he means…