Rainy days make for wet shoes

I am trying to figure out why I am so tired today. I had a cleaning job this morning that went really well. Not a highly active job, just lots of dusting but not much square footage. I am really excited about this job. I like jobs where I feel like both the client and I are truly benefiting from my work and I believe that this is one of those. When I went to go pick up Nathan Kathy suggested I get some errands done while he stayed there a bit longer. So I went by the bank and to Walmart. I did the fastest comparison shopping I have ever done. It is trickier than it sounds because you have to show the checker each add as they ring up the items. The rain let up just as I ran everything to the car but I realized that I had forgotten the milk and had to run back in. I picked up Nathan and went home. That is when I encountered the puddles. I stepped in several puddles today. Actually I mostly stepped in one puddle several times while I carried my groceries and son in from the car. But there was also the puddle between the car and the mail box and the puddle between the car and the front door and the puddle between the car and the back door. I need to rethink where my car is, or where my doors are or perhaps when I leave my house.
That is when I realized that I have to go back to the grocery store. Maybe I will tomorrow.

I am that obstinate

I have strange preferences about funerals. I have been to many, many funerals. For friends, family, family friends, family of friends and so on. But it seems that many in my generation have not grown up going to funerals. Many of them were left behind when their parents had to attend them. My husband can count on one hand the number of funerals that he has been to. My parents either had nowhere to leave us or felt, as I do, that it is good for kids to learn how to act appropriately in that kind of situation. The point of all this is that I came face to face with my feelings about funerals today. I had to decide if my ideals were worth taking my baby boy to a funeral in the middle of what would normally be his nap time. There were so many ways I could have justified it to my self. "I will start teaching him this when he is older." "I would if it weren't nap time.""This is a silly thing to stand your ground on, are you kidding me? You are just being obstinate." Also I could have left him with any number of willing people, I did get several offers to keep him while I went. So I had to decide how important this was to me, are my feeling about funerals worth the inconvenience?
In conclusion I took Nathan to a funeral today. Yes, I was the crazy lady on the back row with the restless one and a half year old. No he did not behave the whole time but he did very well for the first little bit. I think he learned something but I did feel a bit ridiculous pacing around the atrium with my very restless, napless, teething, drooling, chewing on his vest, kicking off his shoes but very precious baby boy.

It all begins...

I have thoughts... that is where blogging starts right?
I am a "stay at home" mom but the post office keeps trying to deliver this certified letter to me and they have yet to find me at home. That might give you a hint as to why I have included quotation marks around my title.
Mondays are my free days, my laundry days and I also on occasion keep a precious four year old boy because I could use the income and his parents need someone on random Mondays. I have also started trying to get together with a friend of mine who is having a difficult pregnancy mostly to hang out but sometimes to try to do some small things to help her out. Did I mention that she lives 45 min from me? This week she came to see me and next week I think I will have to cancel because I will have Eli and I also have a doctors appointment. Also on Mondays I deliver a week worth of dinners to my best friend who is paying me for the privilege of my cooking and my time to comparison shop. There goes my free day... when am I going to go by the post office to get that letter?