Getting There..

I’m slowly feeling better . When things have to be done sometimes no choice. So moving around slowly . Even tho the trees and flowers are blooming and causing my discomfort . I had to snap a picture of my flowering weeping cherry tree that I received as a Mother’s Day gift I believe two years after moving into our house . It’ sits right outside my kitchen window it’s getting full .. but as soon as it does the flowers do not last long so I thought I would capture it now. . And of course since Miss Abigail is laying here so comfy on this cool night. Yes a cool night again. But anyways had to share this๐Ÿ™‚

Thinking…

I woke and quickly realize I needed to get to the bank . My son has a job interview so he needs my car … yes at the moment we are sharing a car until he gets one . It hasn’t been too bad we been working around each other’s things I don’t really use it much but still need it . Hopefully he gets this job. If he does he will use his dads truck when I need mine by dropping my hubby off at work and I picking my hubby up in the afternoon . Right now I have appointments set up where my daughter can bring me . But today was crazy . I rushed, through a brush through my hair ,put some make up on and was off . Let’s see the poor guy messed up with my transactions and scared the heck out of me . The look on his face through the drive up camera said it all . I told him it was fine do what he needed to do to fix it I could wait . Well I rolled the window up because a song came on the radio that I LOVE and singing is my stress release . So I’m singing and turning off and on making sure he wasn’t at the camera I kept singing well I look back at it again and there he was . I stopped singing rolled down the window so he could hear the music if he could so he didn’t think I was talking to myself ๐Ÿ™„ well he fixed it 20 mins later . Apologizing over and over and I told him it was fine it happens with a smile on my face . Or was it embarrassment …

Then I went to the Post Office to see if my packages were in .hmm ..only one and too light . She said that’s all there was hmm …I think I have half a sectional cover. Ughh so I’ll be having to call the store . I got home all flustered told my son how it went at the bank ( not my singing embarrassment ) and he grabbed the package and I told him about only the one . He tried to lighten my mood by saying mom were you a bully to that teller with his kidding smirk . He knows I wouldn’t be rude. Then he looked at box said if you can’t open the box I will when I get home and will see what’s in it I have to go. With that said the house is quiet I have a meatloaf baking in the oven so the house smells delicious . I’m drinking my coffee I didn’t have this morning while my day time shows are on. I’m recording it so if I’m not totally focus on it I can watch later. As I’m writing. The sun is shining and my mind is doing what it always does and shouldn’t . Thinking… I need to let things go and I have . But I m always thinking of how to make things better for my family . Yes! My kids , my adult kids , I know things are not easy and life is a challenge oh I do know… but why is it so hard for some but so easy for others. I know .. we do not always know the story behind people .. it’s just it seems so easy for some and it’s hard watching your kids struggle.. even if their adults . Such the hard part of being a parent .. Mother.. I know I need to let them go and deal with the ups and downs themselves .. I did .. it’s just doesn’t seem that this new generation is as strong , confidence know matter how hard us parents have tried , society’s rules per say is so hard .. backwards I feel our kids are so much more weaker .hmm technology has gotten so bad it absorbs everyone’s life , the cell phones , social media , I don’t know if that’s it but the , patients isn’t there or we just want more.. then I did when we were growing up.. I guess it’s not up to me or anyone but ourselves how we live .. as long as they’re happy , trying, being a good person, and save. All my opinion like I said ..just thinking.