Bad Day, good thoughts

Mammy now has new shoes...well, new back break pads anyway. Happy Mother's Day to me.

Bitsy & I did get rained on, but only a little. I took a big fleece blanket & draped it over her stroller, so she happily played in relative comfort while I huddled under the Umbrella of Death during the brief showers. We were safely ensconced in our favorite coffee shop with a pecan sticky bun & a cup of Jamaica Mistake Decaf when the big rain hit.

We visited the clothing store (Mr. Jack asked how you're doing, Daddy & QM. He also asked about BabyGirl & fears he may retire before she's old enough to come work for him.), the furniture store, & the pet store. Bitsy wanted a parakeet, but I told her she's not quite ready for one...besides there's enough noise around here as it stands.

I'm dreaming of a sun room with the darling yellow furniture I saw in the window of the furniture store and two parakeets in a hanging cage when my children are grown & gone. I will sit & knit while listening to the songs of my birds. I will bake cookies for my grandbabies who will come visit after school. My home will be a haven of peace for my daughters & daughters-in-law while their kids play on the swing set in our back yard. We will drink tea & I will tell stories of their (or their husband's) childhoods. No one will stand on my pretty yellow couch.

But today I'm going to lay on the brown couch I hate & be miserable as the stomach problems that sent me to bed last night are rearing their ugly heads again.