Remember yesterday when I said that I was beyond thankful for happy pills so that I could survive the days ahead of me with all four children and sub-zero temperatures?
Remember?
Remember that?
I changed my mind.
Mothers don't need HAPPY PILLS to get through the days without making frequent trips to the loony bin. They really don't. I'm here to tell ya.
All ya need is my friend and neighbor.
That's it.
I'm going to call her Saint Denise from now on.
Why?
Get this.
She calls me up yesterday morning and says, (NO JOKE) "I want the girls. I miss them. We have a whole day of fun planned. Bring 'em over!"
I did hesitate and think that I would feel extremely guilty ... and then she added, "Just think, you can sew ... uninterrupted!"
That did it. Sealed the deal.
My ass was outside shoveling the driveway, the wind blowing all the freakin' snow right back at me as I tried to heave it up onto the already too high piles. It was drifting back into the spots I just shoveled almost faster than I could get rid of it.
However, I was a determined woman. And I succeeded. Within 30 minutes of the phone call sent from heaven, I was delivering my two sweet angels to her doorstep.
I know that you are probably thinking that life could never get better, right? It gets better. After all, we're talking about Saint Denise, right?
About 1:00pm, two hours after they had left, I called to see if she was ready for me to come and get them.
SHE YELLED AT ME. She told me that they were not done. That they wouldn't be done. For a long time. They'd be ready some time BEFORE DINNER. I promised I wouldn't call again. And I didn't. She called me to come and retrieve them at FIVE FREAKIN' O'CLOCK.
Life was good. Life was great.
My girls returned with homemade cookies and stories of all the fun they had.
And now ... they are all home again today ... and I'm totally ready to spend a "fun day" with THEM. Completely. Distraction free time.
It's like I've been rejuvenated.
Thanks Saint Denise ... YOU ROCK! I so owe you one. :)
I better get going ... we have tons of fun planned and I need to get downstairs to join in.
Right after I swallow my happy pill.
