Sweeping with Grandpa
If I haven’t shared this before, I’m going to share it now. I see a counselor. Yep. I’m fearlessly throwing that out there because I think it’s important for people to know that normal people go to counselors. Once in a while my counselor says something to me that’s epic. Just recently she said, “Jillian, you do realize that you cannot keep up this pace, right?” It wasn’t so much a warning or a pointing of an authoritative finger but more of an objective characterization of my personal timeline. My Dad calls this “burning the candle at both ends!” For the record my parents are both HUGE candle burners so it’s sort of like the pot calling the kettle black. Well folks, my candle is a blazin’ on both ends. We just survived the dreaded Hand Foot Mouth Disease (google if you dare). Poor Ollie was absolutely miserable. I on the other hand weathered this illness of his better than previous illni (I made that up, that’s the plural form of illness). It was really rough but it forced us to stay inside and not see anyone for 4 whole days. Bird would not allow me to do a single thing for myself. He demanded that I watch Sesame WITH him. Sit and looked at books WITH him. Press buttons on the various remotes WITH him. And of course stay up all night WITH him. I of course did all of this. Side note: Dad that $20 rug at Home Depot wasn’t such a bargin when I had to sleep on it two nights in a row on a hard wood floor.
Now that Ollie’s on the mend I’m like a crazed monkey going to work, president-ing the Peoria Civic Chorale every night from 6-10 this week before our Sat concert and preparing to head off to Italy. WHAT…what’s that you say?? Yep, going to Italy. Known about it for a long time but haven’t shared. Singing in Italy actually. So…I can’t find my pants. My favorite jeans from the Limited, size 6, boot cut, dark blue. I need them for the trip. I can’t find them and I have zero time to pack and get Ollie ready. There is so much on the schedule between now and a week from now when I need to leave that I’m really kind of in trouble. If you’ve seen them, please…give me a call.
I’m glad Ollie is feeling better, but hugs that he’s had to go through all that! And Italy-that’s so exciting! Have fun, and I hope you find your pants.
Love you!
Sometimes when I lose my jeans (yes, it has happened more times than I care to admit) I find that I have hung them with my slacks. Have you checked there? Good luck! May the force be with you.
Check your gym bag, Ollie’s many bags, your laundry sorter, your basement clothesline. When/where did you last wear them? Sorry to say they are not in your drawers here at home. Did you have them with you at Easter? Not in my closet either–I did not steal them!
Mom
Good for you, sharing about counseling. I found that’s when it is most helpful–before things get out of control. And enjoy Italy-Joe and I are heading there in the fall for olive harvest.