Life in one weekend

The weekend was crazy. I was glad to come back to work to get some rest.

Well, the day was finally upon us. The day that Margat, Jeff, and Micah arrived. I got a call from nonnierms, and she told me that ishtar127a was stuck in El Paso, but in my excitement of seeing Margat, Jeff and Micah, I lost the number (sorry, ish - I really did mean to call Friday).

( Insert exuberant gushing about The Wonder that is Micah here )

Margat's mom is funny - she's so excited that I don't think she stopped talking the entire time I was at the house. Not that that's anything unusual, really. After I visited for a while and mooched pizza off them, we left mom to babysit, and Jeff, Margat, Roy (Margat's brother), and I went out.

( My Life with the Thrill Kill Cult )

Friday, Margat and Micah came to the apartment sometime between noon and 1:00. We had Chopsticks (mmm...veggie pad thai and crab rangoon) and just hung out. Cough or no cough, I just couldn't stand it anymore and held Micah. Jeff and Roy came up a little later to load some of Margat's stuff in to the Uhaul trailer (when it was half full, all that was in it was fabric. *evil laugh* Welcome to my world, Jeff). It was a little crazy, because they were moving stuff out, I was getting ready to run off to World Mandate, the most recent Smallville tape was playing (and one just can't ignore the pretty), and the group that I was going with kept coming in to see them and hold Micah. I think I said, "OK, I'm really going this time" about four or five times before I actually left for good.

( World Mandate )

Sunday morning, I called Mom back - she'd called both home and cell phone with one of those ominous "Suzanne, I have something to tell you" messages - and found out that my Uncle Tom died. They called his ex-wife when he didn't show up for work on Friday, and he was on the couch, so it probably happened Thursday night - probably a heart attack. So that's how my Sunday started. I went to church early because I was working with the kids (yes, they allow me to work with the kids - I heard that snide comment), and I had to tell Tammy. Didn't cry until I told her, and then everyone cried. Everyone was really supportive and sweet. One of the babies had socks with ladybug rattles on them, so Sarah dropped by my house that afternoon with a gift - she had found frog socks and frog rattles and attached the rattles to the socks so that I could have a pair, too. :) My friends rule.

I just relaxed the rest of the day. Browsed the Grammy's often enough to hear Justin's apology and get that Outkast song stuck in my head. I finally found the phone number to ish's room, but she'd already checked out. Maybe she's lucky she didn't get to visit. I wouldn't have been the greatest company - I was all melancholy and exhausted and crampy (not that any of you wanted to know that). Plus, my apartment looked like a tornado had struck.

The funeral is Tuesday, so I'm trying to get in touch with everyone (ravenluvslex, no class Tuesday night) to cancel classes and work that stuff out. Madness.