A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

OK, so I wrote the title, and then had to wait a few days to finish my thoughts. This has been a heavy, emotional 5 days. I’ll be brief.

1. In order to get Aunt Mabel ready for a doctor’s appointment last week (she’s recovering from pneumonia) I managed to find the strength to help her take a bath. Scrubbing naked 88 year old lady parts was not part of the disclosed roles and responsibilities document that I had in my mind. To add to the the already difficult task, she reminded me that she probably hasn’t had a bath in about 30 years. That’s all I have to say about that.

PS- In the end, she was very happy, very appreciative, and very, very, very clean in all areas of her 88 year old person)

PSS- Who’s going to wash my lady parts when I’m old?? Oh, the horror. THE HORROR!

2. Saturday, Chip and I (mostly Chip by 99.9999%) went to a real estate auction in Nags Head and were going to try to win a condo that I was dead-set against buying, and not by just a little bit. We did not win a condo, but I did manage to sit RIGHT in front of the auctioneer who screamed in my ear for about an hour. Here’s a listen: ">

I’m wearing the red coat on the left of the aisle.

3. All of a sudden, the Almoney clan is planning a vacation for Thanksgiving… and by CLAN, I mean Chip. In less than 6 hours we have moved the trip from Roatan (which is an island in Honduras that Chip saw on House Hunters International, but is too risky/scary, and too far from the American Embassy to run for help) to Grand Cayman (which our nephew OK’d by bragging to his friends on Facebook), and now we are looking at Costa Rica where you can see monkeys in your backyard. For the past hour I heard, “Hey, look at this one. Look at this one. Look at this one.” While I am making dinner, unloading the dishwasher, doing the laundry and trying desperately to get my Aunt to actually eat something.

I want to be easy going about all of this stuff, but I find that I am tired of any task or decision that requires any about of emotional work. And for that, I get to have an argument with my husband because I have a lack of enthusiasm.

Some days the game face comes easier than others, ya’ know?