Chancy Chatter

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Friday, August 19, 2005

Super Woman

By 7:30 am yesterday all my carefully laid plans for my weekend getaway were falling apart. A death in the family meant my in laws would not be available to pick my daughter up from school today or help my husband with meals and bedtime routines. Plus it meant that I was suddenly needed to prepare food and make calls for the bereaved during the time I had planned to prepare for my trip. Now, please understand, I wasn't close to the man who passed, but I am close to people who were close to him, thus demanding my attention.

A lesser woman would have canceled the trip but my sister is so excited about me coming and I NEED this vacation. So in a matter of 12 hours I, obtained a babysitter to look after our little one during Saturday's funeral and arranged for her to stay later than usual at school today. I gave my in-law's church community the sad news. I went shopping and stocked the house with food and surprises for my husband and child. Then I cooked a pot of Greek Lemon Chicken Soup, baked a Tiramisu Toffee cake, made a deli tray and some dip and delivered it all to the grieving family after picking my daughter up from school. I gassed up the car for my trip and got everyone fed, although it was mostly left overs and snacks. I did two loads of laundry, a mountain of dishes, took out the trash and made time for a short snuggle on the couch with my hubby before bed.

Damn I'm good.

Atlanta awaits!

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