Thursday, June 15, 2006
It’s been a rough week. I’d say grueling, but that’s been banned from my vocabulary.
First the tooth fairy and then a two hours’ wait in the doctor’s office yesterday to have my ear examined. I walked out of that visit with a bagful of sample antibiotics and ear drops. I’ll be popping pills and squirting my ear for at least a week. Meanwhile, I had to rush back to school for evening advisement appointments. Fatigue washed over me on the drive home.
Today, while holding my head at a 90-degree angle and juggling the noon application of ear drops, I glanced up and saw an anticipated email from my daughter. Subject line: Screen Door Options. Sure enough, she was surfing the web looking for the elusive cranberry storm door of her dreams. I had promised it as a birthday gift and time was running out.
With head at full tilt, I clicked on the link and started looking at the merchandise. Nice stuff. I decided to call the daughter so we could discuss her options.
Jenn: “I think a country look, old-fashioned, would fit the house.”
Me: “Yeah, but are you sure you want wood instead of vinyl? (Then diverging from topic because the ear drops are running down my neck and my ear still hurts.) You know I had to go to the doctor’s yesterday. Would you believe I’ve got an ear infection? It’s been blocked all week and …”
Jenn (interrupting): “Mom, you’re doing it again.”
Me (clueless): “Doing what?”
Jenn: “Honestly, you just start to dwell on your aches and pains and go right into the organ recital.”
Me (whining slightly): “Jennnnnn, I’ve had a hard week. First I get attacked by the dentist and then I have a honkin’ stainless-steel plunger poked into my ear. Give me a break.”
Jenn: “Mom, you are not old. You dwell too much on the negative.”
Me (back on topic): “Okay, so which screen door do you like?”
Commotion in the background ... kids clamoring for a DVD.
Jenn: “Sophie, come here and talk to babci while I get ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ inserted for you guys.”
Sophie: “Hi babci. How are you?”
Me (do I dare?): “Well, honey, babci had an earache and she had to go to the doctor's. And he had to look in my ear and put some drops in and give me medicine.”
Sophie: “Oh you poor thing.”
Fireworks exploding on the horizon. Visions of angels dancing on the head of a pin. Rainbows everywhere.
This is why God created grandchildren.
My daughter is still getting her screen door.