Things have been motoring along pretty well here. I managed to get most of Mt Washme taken care of. Michelle had Friday off and decided she'd take care of the library/playroom. It wouldn't have been too long of a job if she'd just picked it up. But she doesn't work that way. She decided to move things around including the bed that's in there. It has storage under it and hadn't been moved in YEARS. To say that what was under there created a mess and half is an understatement. It's amazing what could fit into that little space.
I decided it would be a good time to jump into my room and try to get some control over things in there. I was doing pretty good although my allergies were leaving me feeling like my head was going to explode and my eyes would be lost behind my swollen eyelids forever. It was nice to get such a huge project underway. Although I was sad to see my almost empty hampers fill to overflowing again.
Saturday morning managed to find only Danielle and I up together. I was about to pick up some crocheting when I saw it....she had her hands on both sides of her head and was scratching furiously. OH NO!!! Tell me it isn't so!!! But it was...we have friends....teeny tiny unwanted friends. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. Everything else got put on hold so I could do heads. And wouldn't you know it...Danielle with her extra fine hair happens to be infested the worst. The good thing that came of it was that it gave me the incentive to give Jake his much needed haircut (he was friend free).
During....I thought he should've kept the mullet ;o)
I also gave Sean his first haircut.... *sniff sniff*
Not very happy
My little man
This morning being super cute
I don't know if it's the holidays or just normal grieving but Billy not being here seems to be felt extra hard right now. Not a day goes by that someone doesn't mention him here. Surprisingly it's usually Danielle. Her memories and thoughts of him, Shellyroo (his dog) and his death amaze me. Yesterday her thought was that she wishes when we get older that we could die. I asked why. Her answer...so we can see Uncle Billy. Her and I had a talk about how Uncle Billy would want her grow up, what kind of life she might have and that eventually we all die and we'll get to see him. Last night she crawled up into my lap, gave me a hug and whispered in my ear...I miss Uncle Billy. The other day I spied Olivia writing something to him. She seemed to want to keep it private so I didn't let on I was aware of who she was writing to, let alone ask her to read it. Can't say that I'm not really curious about what she wrote though. I wish my mind would let him stay gone. There are some days that it lets me forget he's gone and think he's coming in the back door for a coffee...then reality hits and I realize it was the wind, cat, or whatnot. It's like getting hit in the gut.
Tomorrow I'm on the road all day and night. I can't say where I'm going or what I'm doing. I'll be able to share the details when I get home. All the kids know is that it's a secret. They think I'm getting them a Christmas present so I've played along and told them they're right....I'm going to pick up a pony! LOL I'm hoping that I'll have some time to work on some Christmas presents. Although first I have to decide what those presents will be and gather up what I need to make them.
Well sitting here isn't helping me get my mountains of work done. So I'll have to cut things short and get off my rear end. Hopefully I'll be able to get on here Wednesday with an update.