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A.M & P.M...There is a Difference! 07.25.2003 | 12:55 am
I finished the curtains for the French doors this evening. They look very nice, considering I didn�t have a measuring tape nor a decent table to cut out the panels. I even hammered all the new fixtures on to the doors to hold the rods. BANG, BANG�no bruised thumbs either. During the whole sewing process, the girls were supposed to be taking a nap so they would be �happy� for swimming lessons. Meredith played the entire time and was very grumpy after dinner. She was in my space the whole time I had hammer in hand, banging nails into the door. (Oh the trials of grandmotherhood!)
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Nobody slept well last night. Everyone was up and down�up and down. I tried to go to bed earlier than usual, but squarely at 1:30 AM I woke up and found Matt on the family room couch wheezing with allergies. I had a dream that I was back at school. I entered my room to find it beautifully decorated, with all the bulletin boards done and everything in order. Then I realized I was in my old room and everything in it belonged the Mrs. Wright, the other teacher. I panicked as I was waking up. You know the feeling of dread after you experience a bad, but possibly true dream of your future. YIKES! When I get home I really have to go out to school and get crackin�!
After dinner we got the kids bathed and took off to the Allentown airport to pick up hubby. No hubby�. hmmm! By this time Meredith was asleep in the van so Melanie and I exited the van and Marie stayed in the parking lot with the sleeping child. We waited by the security gate and still couldn�t find him. Finally, taking child in hand, Itrooped on over to the US Air desk and asked about our poor, lost Grandpa. Silly me�.do you think I could remember the difference between AM and PM. Hubby, we discovered, was still in Arizona, and wasn�t leaving out till 11:30 PM, arriving in Pittsburgh and then on to Allentown tomorrow morning at 9:05 AM. (That would be known as a �red-eye� flight) We were a little disappointed, but knew that Matt would get a BIG laugh out of the whole fiasco. EVERYtime hubby has come to Bethlehem, he has been delayed, rerouted or bumped. Matt was not even surprised that we didn�t have Grandpa in tow as we came home. He was half expecting to have to drive to Philly or Newark to pick him up, so the little delay tonight wasn�t all that disastrous. I called home to find James all alone, and planning to take hubby to the airport later. I inquired about the cat. She is having no tinkle box problems. WHEW! It is still too hot in Arizona, and I am glad I can sleep with the window open tonight.