Bad Example

This morning Ally crawled into my bed, in tears. Her eyes were all swollen, snot just a runnin', poor girl was miserable. Trev had come to me about 5 minutes before and told me that around 6am he woke up (all 3 kids crashed in the livingroom last night) and Ally was crying. He didn't know what to do, afraid he would make her angry so he just left her alone. So I was expecting for her to be upset when she woke up again.



So we laid in bed together and I listened as she talked and eventually worked herself out of it. Then I decided a shopping day was in order since soccer tournaments were cancelled, it has rained nonstop here since Wednesday.



I arranged it so that just she and I went shopping. Abby went with my sister, Trev went to a friends and well, JR stayed home. It's deer season after all.



On the way to the mall I got to thinking that maybe I wasn't setting a good example, I mean, I pretty much was passing on the warm and fuzzy qualities of retail therapy. Maybe I should have encouraged her to go for a walk, journal, paint. I don't know. But being the loving mother I am, I encouraged her to spend money and my money at that!



It's been a good day so far for her. Right now we are home, waiting for JR to get out of the tree and we're going to take her to dinner. Yet another bad example, when you're feeling bad, go out to eat.



Before we went to the mall we stopped by my father's. It wasn't a good visit. I know that he is miserable, he has now broken out in a rash that covers his entire body and he can't stop itching. They think it's the antibiotic he was put on due to his butt being broke out from having accidents. So the man has a sore butt, an itchy rash and he's still having pain and there is a possibility the rash is from the pain medication, if so, that will have to be changed. I know that I would not be the nicest person to be around if I was going through all that he is but I thought he would've liked for all us to stop by for a visit.



So not the case.



I won't go into much detail here because I just have to get over it. I need to keep telling myself to not take it personally.



It's hard not to.



I'm sitting here with a glass of wine, don't freak though, I'm not going to drink the entire bottle. I'm going to enjoy dinner, sleep in tomorrow and spend the day futzing around the house, I don't plan on getting out of my sweats.



Everything will be fine. I am fine