Man.  What a day!  I swear, at 8:00a.m. the flood gates opened at the Floral Shop and they didn’t stop until mid-afternoon.  I was greeted by the need to make new time-cards for the pay period, 2 need-to-be-processed wire-in orders, 2 new funerals and the need to physically open the shop.  My co-workers weren’t due in for another 1/2 hour.
Sometimes we can have 5 funerals and still be quite.  Today, one of the deceased just happened to be VERY popular.  Oh, and did I mention my boss wasn’t in today?  Wow.  The phone rang off the hook, the printer accumulated orders quicker than I could get to them.  The designers had to call in a wholesaler to get more flowers in to work with.  It was insane.  Don’t get me wrong, I still prefer busy days, but after being dead (no pun intended) for so long, I think we were all a bit shell-shocked.  I’m so glad it’s done.
I also had a personal victory by standing up to a co-worker.  She made a snide remark about the time I’ve had to take off because kidlet was sick, or I was sick.  I told her that I didn’t appreciate that remark and that I’m doing the best I can with kidlet and if she didn’t understand, I can’t control what she thinks.  Damn, that felt good.  I mean REALLY good.  I’m not sitting here festering over it.  I’m completely at peace with it.  That’s 1 point for me.
Also, I got to thinking: Who in the HELL made up plant names????  I had to yell across the shop today, “Claudia, there’s a transplanting question on a Mother-In-Law’s Tongue on Line 1.”  Okay, even I found that to sound odd.  I suppose the name “Green Plant” was already taken…but “Mother-In-Law’s Tongue” or “Wandering Jew?”  I think I want my next career to be sitting around drinking thinking of stupid names for new species of plants discovered.  I wonder how much that pays?
Finally, I’m in the shower tonight, washing the accumulation of sweat, soil and insecticides off of me, when my razor decides to take it’s revenge on me.   First, a nick on my left leg, then a chunk-of-skin removing gash out of my right leg.  Great.  I finish, turn the water off and desperately call Hubby for assistance as I know that if I take a step anywhere, there will be a lot of cleaning involved.  A band-aid didn’t cut it (haha..another pun) so, here I sit with a gauze pad and tape wrapped around my leg like a battle wound.  Not to mention the tissues in the bathroom trash look like a cow got butchered in there.  Sometimes, it just doesn’t pay to bring sexy back.  I think it’s time to move to Europe—and I’m leaving my razor home.


Grand Impatience

I didn’t get a chance to re-cap this weekend yet, mainly because I was too tired last night.  So, here goes:
Saturday we laid low and had a good day.  Sunday, we went to my hometown for the Baptism of my God Son, and to see my parents. 
The Baptism was beautiful and as always, it was so good to see Nicole and Si and their families.  It was great seeing the parents I kind of grew up with in High School now interacting with their Grand kids.  They were pushing them on bikes, carrying them around, playing with them and marveling at them.  It was so good to see the pride in their eyes.  It was what family feels like.
We went to my parents after, and in contrast, I noticed a difference.  I know they love kidlet just as much, but they don’t get to see her as often so that level of comfort mentioned in the previous paragraph isn’t there yet.   I won’t lie, I was disappointed.  I e-mailed my dad about it when I got home because it was bugging me so much.  He replied with an excellent e-mail in return, explaining that he wanted to give her space to warm up to him, etc.  I understood then.  I just hope it gets to a point where they can play ball together or color, or walk around and point things out to her.  It will take a few more visits, and I know it will happen.  I just feel the void more than normal, because in lieu of my mom’s death and despite the step-grandkids my dad has, I want him to love Grace enough for both him and my mom and I know that’s not fair.  I do know that is his only blood grandchild–and as of now will probably remain his only blood-grandchild, so I’m anxious for them to be close.  I guess I’ll add that to my secret Christmas list. 
In other news, yesterday work was slow, but went quickly.  I’m so lucky to have the co-workers I have, because I can tell them my problems and in this case, they can explain things from my dad’s point of view (as they’re older and have grandkids of their own.)  They also help me work through things to get to the heart of the matter.  They are such a blessing!  They understand and don’t judge and give new points of view.  Usually, you have to pay for help like that. LOL 
Today, we’re laying low.  Kidlet’s not feeling well, so hopefully she’ll rest more today.  My stuff is mostly done at the moment.  I’ll wait to fold laundry tonight.  Boy my life is eventful! 😉