One of those days

You know the ones. You wish somehow you could go back to bed, wake up again, and the day would be better. That was my Sunday.

Rewind to Saturday. We got up and out late in the morning to help my best friend get ready for her annual Pumpkin Massacre. Which is a pumpkin carving/halloween party. The girls got to play with her daughter, hubby got in some Guitar Hero and M and I got to have some girl talk and fun getting things ready. Here's the product of my labor:

It took quite some time. The moon part is just shaved down....took a while to get it just right.

Anyway, we didn't get home 'till almost midnight so the kids were asleep in the car, we woke them to take off their jeans and let them sleep in their tees.

Sunday morning, E woke me at about 7. Of course, I wanted to sleep later, but that never happens. So we used the potty and crawled back into mommy's bed and cuddled for a half hour or so and I sent her along to wake H. Big mistake. From then on, it was one argument after another finally culminating in E arguing with me over a pair of socks. So then and there, I decided we would not go to Grandmas as planned. Hubby called her (his mom) which resulted in several more calls back and forth (I think she was trying to talk us into caving without actually asking us to cave). And SIL calling to say she was driving (an hour) over to get her camera (left at last nights party). I have to admit, at this point, I was not happy. Quite the opposite and yelled at hubby to call her back, we're not accepting visitors (we're trick or treating there Friday, she'll get it then)....At some point during all of this, Mom called to say the Hospice nurse had called not expecting my Nana to make it through the night. And I had some sort of weird headache only on one side of my head. Needless to say, it was a HORRIBLE morning.

So I guess E and I just exhaused ourselves because we both fell asleep in the living room around noon time. She on the couch, me on the recliner. And the nap did us both good I think. Of course, she peed my couch, but other than that...The afternoon was much better. Hubby went to bed at 3 and there were skirmishes after that, but nothing some alone time in their rooms couldn't fix. So next thing I know, there's no dinner and it's 5:30! It took me about an hour to get it on the table. The girls and I ate our dinner, then H got a shower and they both went to bed. I got the dinner dishes done and headed for the shower. Of course that's when the call came. And like that, Nana is no longer with us. She's not been herself for many months now. Her poor brain riddled with Alzheimer's. I thought I was ready for this, but really I'm not. It's very painful. I know she's in a better place, but I guess I'm selfish. I'm going to miss my Nana.