Weekend

 I had a rough day Friday.  I messed up a test at school, which did nothing to soothe my test anxiety.  I shouldn't even have test anxiety, because I'm not taking a test.

But here we are.

Also, Mark called me after school to tell me that his sensor had failed and CVS was out of his diabetic sensors.  He had tried a different CVS and they were also out.  I had heard Costco was a good place to get sensors, so he was wondering if I would try.

Orem Costco had none.

Three pharmacies in a row without the supplies Mark needs ratcheted up my stress just a bit.  It's a vulnerable feeling.

I called the Lehi Costco and they had ONE sensor.  I asked if they would put it aside for me and they cheerfully said no.

Then she relented and said that if I sent the prescription she would hide it "even though she wasn't supposed to."

I went to ask Matt if I could leave early and his door was closed and he was talking to someone so I dithered a minute, then poked my head in and said, "I need to go to Costco-"

He interrupted, "Then you'd better go to Costco."

I like my boss and that is all.

I hightailed it to Costco as fast as I could in Friday afternoon traffic.  By the time I got there and had stood in the pharmacy line, I was weary of the entire thing.

When it was finally my turn, they told me the sensors were out of stock.  I said, "I just called and was told there was one."

She said, "Well, let me go check."

She came back and said there was indeed one, and it would be ready in 20 minutes.

When my mouth doesn't say it, my face does.  She quickly said, "It may be faster!  And don't worry about the line!  You can just come right up to the counter."

I said OK and wandered Costco and ended up with a cartful, because, you know, Costco.  (It occurs to me this may be why the 20 minute delay happened....)

While I was walking down an aisle, a guy about my parents' age stopped me.  (My unfriendly face that made her say I could skip the line was apparently not working with this guy.) He told me an anecdote about his wife and mother-in-law.

Swell.

I finally made it home 1 1/2 hours later than normal.  Mark was very appreciative and I was careful not to make him feel my angst about the whole thing.  It was one afternoon for me, but it is his entire life.

I had a quiet evening and went to bed without talking to Adam, who was still out of town, because I was tired and he was at dinner with his people.  I texted him that I was going to bed.

I was awakened from a dead sleep by what sounded like banging on the front door.  It scared the life out of me!  I have been blessed with a very good imagination that doesn't serve me well at all.

I crept to the window and didn't see anyone outside, but my heart was racing.  I texted Adam that I was now awake if he did want to call.

He called me from a noisy restaurant and told me that I was OK.

After a while, Mark got home (he was staying over).  When he walked in, I called down the stairs to him and he said, "Mom?  What are you doing awake?!?"

I told him my sad tale and he wrapped his arms around me.  If Adam can't be here, I'll take one of our sons for sure!  He told me that the garbage can, which is kind of below our bedroom window, had blown over and that was probably what I heard.  It collided with the shed and was knocked over onto the grass.  (Happily it was practically empty, so garbage wasn't strewn about and Mark put it all to rights.)

I felt completely better so I went to sleep.

I was really just glad the day was over.

Saturday I went to Winco alone, which is never the same without Adam.  (Not that Winco is a fun destination, but it's our destination.)

When I was driving home, Adam called me.  He said, "I have good news and bad news."

I said, "Tell me the bad news first."

He said, "I can't.  I have to tell the good news first."

I said, "Fine."

He said, "I got an earlier flight!  It's scheduled to leave in 30 minutes!"

That was good news.

Then he said, "The bad news is that the flight is delayed 3 hours."

I said, "You could have said the bad news is that the flight is delayed, but the good news is that it is an earlier flight."

But even with the three hour delay, his plane got in almost three hours earlier than planned.  We stopped at Curry Pizza for dinner on the way home and there was not a table available.  Adam got a pizza to go, but there was a folding table and some chairs set up in a tiny strip of grass in the parking lot, and it was a beautiful evening so we ate outside on chairs sinking into grass at odd angles.

The pizza was good.

Sunday was my first time doing singing time in Primary.  It was fun and also stressful.  I was trying to learn their names and trying to use my little visual aids I had brought and then trying to remember to sing and lead.  Phew!  I'm sure it will get easier.

We had Mark and Emma over.  We played a new game and talked to Braeden and Anna and QE (she was wearing a tiara and necklace and ring and on her way to the Salt Lake Temple to get married.  I didn't ask who the groom was, but I hope he's worthy of her).

She asked if we remember when she was at our house.

We do.

Today we begin testing.  I have snacks.  So many snacks.