It is Sunday morning at 11:24am and unlike every other Sunday morning I am NOT at church. I decided to stay home this morning with my sick babies. Poor Olivia is just miserable and her little mouth feels hot to the touch, her nose won't stop running and she has a slight fever... darn teething. Owen spent the night with a fever and coughing. Aiden seems to be a tad bit better today but he spent the night grinding his teeth LOUDLY which I am guessing was caused by his aching head. Poor kids.
Needless to say I didn't get a whole lot of sleep. SO I recruited my mom to skip church this morning with me and help me out. I don't know what I would do without her these days!
My sunflower opened up this morning. So pretty. And all the birds are singing. It is a rather nice morning despite the rain. But then again, I don't mind rain. I'm from the BC coast... rain is a part of my very soul.
I am feeling a tad disillusioned these days. But I won't continue on that thread.
Our kitty Shadow managed to escape outside last night and didn't come home again until the neighbour brought him over this morning. Silly cat. I'm not sure where he spent the night but he was remarkably dry considering all the rain. Makes me wonder if the neighbours let him in. I hope not. I had a cat once when I was a kid- a big orange tabby cat that I had named "friend". The name is a bit on the ironic side considering he ditched me for a lady who lived down the street who fed him soft food and let him sleep on her bed. Fickle cat. Apparently he preferred that to me dressing him up and forcing him to lay down in my play baby crib. Some friend he turned out to be!
I have this good friend named Dale whom I have known since I was 14. He is married to a lovely lady named Abi and they live far away from me now. But when we were still in highschool he performed a crazy stunt that haunts me to this day. A whole group of us kids were walking through West Edmonton Mall (as we often did) and we were on the second level walking around the HUGE fake lake type thing in the middle of the mall. All of a sudden my friend Dale decided to jump from the second story railing into the water below. I almost had a heart attack right there. I am NOT a natural risk taker. And I really don't like watching others take crazy risks. The point is I was terrified that he would be seriously injured or something. But he wasn't. He got chased out of the mall by a security guard but he didn't even get caught. You may wonder why I am telling you all this... it is because I had yet another (of hundreds I'm sure) nightmare last night about this occasion. It traumatized me. Last night I dreamt that Dale kept jumping off high places and kept hurting himself. Sheesh. You'd think after 17 or so years the memory would fade enough to leave me in peace. But no. Dale, if you are reading this I would just like to point out that I was NOT being mellow dramatic those many years ago, it really did traumatize me.
Boys are dumb.
Not dead yet.
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