It started off like any other bath.. I was having a perfectly normal stressed day of watching Abby. I could tell that my back was ready to go on shut down so I thought a nice long relaxing bath would help ease the pain. I turned on the water just like every other day and checked to make sure it was hot enough to suit me. I stuck my toes in the water and swirled them around.
It was P E R F E C T.
I threw in about a cup of Lavender bath salts and removed my girlie girl garments. One leg over the side, two legs over the side. I sank down in my nice hot Lavender scented bath and thanked the Lord for running water, Lavendar AND bath salts. We take so many things for granted. I try to remember to show thankfulness when the thought crosses my mind.
I knew Abby was having herself a good time at the dining room table with a scrapbook, glue and a pair of children’s scissors. Children’s scissors aren’t sharp, right? R I G H T?
I was soon to find out that answer.
There I sat, my eyes closed, head resting on a bath pillow, humming a Tim McGraw song, Glade candle going, coffee cup at my fingertips, when lo and behold she came bursting through the bathroom door. She being Abby the angel, of course.
“MIMI PUP CUT MY HAIR.”
“Hair” today, gone tomorrow. Oh my God, please tell me I didn’t “hair” that right. I couldn’t even open my eyes I was afraid of what I would see. In my firmest mimi voice ever I told her to go sit down at the table until I finished my bath and NOT to touch those scissors again.
It then dawned on me she said Pup cut her hair. NO!!! Pup is not allowed in the house when Alison the bunny is in here.
Abby back in the bathroom. “MIMI PUP IS CHASING BUNNY.”
This can’t be happening. THIS IS MY BATH. M I N E.
Again, I sent her to the dinning room table so I could get out.
I should have stayed in the tub. I would have stayed in the tub if I had known it was going to be my most expensive bath ever.
Why do I say that?.. well “hair” ya go…
My house is a freakin circus.
I’m NEVER taking a bath again.
It took me a minute or two to remember what an adult weekend is like. Now I remember… I’ve been watching Abby for 6 days a week, sometimes this includes weekends, more often than not it included weekends until 2 weeks ago. Her mom took another job and kept the one she was previously working at as well. So, as of 2 weeks ago she was off on Saturdays. ONLY SATURDAYS. She is now only working one job, Monday – Friday so I have free weekends. Oh my…
Of course I spent my first official no kids weekend with cowboy. We didn’t know how to act with grown-up time. What does one do, where does one go, how does one act? It was kind of weird but fun. Alone time isn’t something we’ve had a whole lot of since the grand-kids came along. I kept looking behind me waiting for a kiddo or two to appear. After awhile we decided to do what any normal couple who is d.i.v.o.r.c.e.d. and dating does, or maybe it’s just what this couple does….
We grabbed some CD’s and took off in the old pick um up truck and rode around listening to some great country music acting like two teenagers. It reminded me of many weekends we spent taking a weekend drive only we’ve aged quite a bit since those younger years. I cooked so we could stay in for once and we laughed ourselves silly watching Brit coms. It was a little strange but I guess we’ll figure it out as we go. He sure did smell good.
We have a family member that is going to be a dad. I haven’t seen him or mom to be since the start of her pregnancy but Abby see’s mom to be often when her mom takes her over there. Of course Abby don’t want to feel left out of anything. Today she announced that she wants me to put her in my belly so she can be a baby. She named everything she wanted when she is a baby, baby bed, baby swing, baby pacifier, baby carrier, high chair and oh so much more. After she rambled on a good 30 minutes I tried to explain to her I didn’t know how to put her in my belly so she would have to remain a big girl. Her response? MIMI you do know how to put me in your belly, let me show you… uh? What the L?…
She turned around and around and around then told me all I had to do next was to jump and she would be in my belly. So… let me get this right, I turn in a circle 3 times and jump and I’m pregnant?
OMG SHE WAS RIGHT…
I WILL NEVER TURN IN A CIRCLE 3 TIMES AND JUMP AGAIN.
Lets not panic here, what goes in must come out, RIGHT?
So… Abby (who has decided when she comes out of my belly her name will be Shelly AND she will have a pretty bow on her head) how do I get you out of my belly?
Oh mimi you’re so silly. You have to drink the water. Clearly, I’m missing something here… So and so said aunt XXXX is having a baby because there must be something in the drinking water. So you can make me come out of your belly by drinking water. I see… (and I know what saying she is referring to, she pays attention more than people realize)… So… Abby AKA Shelley, if I drink water I can have you? That’s all I have to do and you will be a baby and come out of my belly with a bow on? YES MIMI. *EYE ROLLS*
OMG SHE WAS RIGHT…AGAIN!
Thank God that is all it took. I don’t think I could stand to be in labor more than a day at my age.
I wonder what’s on the agenda for tomorrow.
Dearest Abby, Mimi’s big little girl,
One day either when I’m still alive to witness my great grand-childs birth or when I’m walking with Jesus, I hope you are fortunate enough to be a mommy. Honey, this isn’t exactly (but close) to how you will discover a new life in your little belly. However, having your new bundle of joy may cause a little more discomfort than it did for mimi today so I suggest you ask for medication. Lots and lots of medication.
I know you will be a great mommy just like you are to all of your little dolls. Love your children, take them to church, make sure they know Jesus and always put them first.
I love you Abby.