Thursday the 12th

Realizing that today is Friday the 13th, I had to chuckle. Friday the thirteenth came early for me. It was Thursday the 12th (insert horror music.) Okay, so it wasn't a horrible day, but I did have an odd one.

It all began at 3:00 in the morning. My 2 dd's were sleeping over with their Granny, so it's just hubby and me snoozing. I wake to hear one of the dogs whining. Being that I would rather take him out in the middle of the night than clean up a mess in the morning, I head to the living room. The smell hits me in the hallway. As I turn on the lights and look more closely, there is a very loose bm smeared across the floor because this puppy's crate has no bottom and he can move it around the room. This did have a plus side: He wasn't sitting in his own crap. Half a roll of paper towels, and two trips outside to potty later, we are finally heading back to bed.

An hour later, the alarm goes off. After getting irritatingly few calls at my virtual call center job, I am taking the pups out to have diarrhea once more. Cramming in a breakfast, and rushing out the door to make it to our La Leche League meeting early. I am not leading, but I must get to the church early enough to alert my co-leader who has the key so she can let us in if no one is there. Someone is almost always there, so its not too big an issue for us.

My SUV won't start. Click, click... Call to hubby: "Can you bring me our spare truck that has been on loan there at your office for a week?" After removing a pipe rack from the bed of it he heads over. Call from hubby: "I just ran over a futon, I am checking to make sure there is no damage to the truck." Fortunately there's none. As we arrive back at his office so he can get back to work I get a call from my other co-leader who is leading the meeting. "Are you aware of the situation at the church?" Oh no, I think, the doors are locked and now it is too late for our other leader to bring the key due to her other commitments for today. But its not just the doors, the gate at the entrance to the parking lot is locked! AAAAHHHH!

Arriving 15 minutes late instead of early, I follow the caravan to the nearest public park, and the meeting ensues. From here the day becomes more normal. I enjoy playing with my friends' little ones while they enjoy the meeting. Perhaps the joy I feel from storytelling, fish watching and swing pushing brings me back on track. I do make it back to the pavilion in time to meet some of the new moms, and taste the delicious snack provided by our snack coordinator.

Refreshed, I'm off to gather my children from the loving arms of their Granny and head home to find no poo in the floor (insert happy dance). My darling sister comes to visit. I get to help her with her resume. I expect she will have a job soon with such an impressive work experience.

Oh, then there is the issue of Cloe and the boy with a crush at VBS. Oh, my goodness that is a whole post in itself. I suppose this one must be continued...

Friends in Their Time

Friends fade in and out of our lives. Those we know in one part of our lives seem to fall away in another season of life. During my working years, I loved my co-workers. They listened, laughed, scolded, shared recipes, vented their frustrations, and made days at the office more pleasant. Some of them even joined us on the weekends for the wilder times. I still love them.

Ironically they are the ones who welcomed me into my new life as a mother. They surprised me with a bountiful baby shower that made me feel so loved. Yet although they were welcoming me to motherhood, looking back I see it more as a farewell party. Now that I am a stay at home mom, the relationships are almost gone. I rarely see my old co-workers. They shared in my journey to adulthood, marriage, parenthood, and yet they are no longer a part of my life. I miss them, but I am so glad they were with me in their time.

I also had friends who showed up every weekend to celebrate the joys of youth and the fact that no boss could lord over us every day. We had the house band (neighbors who practiced in the garage) and we lived in the middle of our small town so that everyone knew where to go for the party. Those people were so much fun... I hope they have all grown up safely. Of course, when hubby and I had been married a couple of years, we began to party less. The leader of the band moved out of the downstairs apartment. Life settled down and none of those "friends" even call us anymore. It is no longer their time.

Then there are others who befriend us because of circumstances. Ladies I once led a breastfeeding group with have long since moved away, or found other endeavors. We once relished in one another's company; watching our young toddlers play and laugh together as we chatted with (hooray!) other adults. But that time was fleeting. We needed each other, and it was a great blessing to have those friendships in their time. I miss those ladies. Maybe I'll make a phone call or send an email just to say hey.

But there are the time tested friendships that have the deepest roots of history, promises, secrets, love, devotion. All that stuff acts like glue; holding us together no matter what part of our lives we're in. We have truly been through it all together. We know that even if it's months between the times we talk, our conversations will never feel awkward. No matter what choices we've made, how old our kids are, where we live, or our current need in life, we can always count on each other. It is to those friends that I must say, "It is always our time, thank you. I just can't wait until we get to talk again."