I stared at the 16 foot long toe board molding. I needed 4, fifty inch long pieces. When I realized staring at the problem was not going to solve it, I searched the Home Depot aisle for help.
A cart was located nearby and it's markings told me I could use their saw-on-a-string, to cut the molding to size. I searched the aisles again....
Knowing that I could never accomplish this task, I slid the molding out of its storage. As I swung it to place on the cutting cart, I was careful to whack all the other boards on the aisle, causing a mild panic breathing attack.
Once the molding was placed on the cutting area, I grabbed the saw-on-a-string and began to move it back and forth on the solid hard non-cuttable, molding. I searched the aisles, no one. No answer to my problem.
I started to realize that my lack of upper body strength combined with lack of height, was creating a helpless disaster.
"Do you need some help?"
Another patron of Home Depot was grinning, in pity, at me. This man with tattooed biceps busting out of a super small t-shirt, gently took the saw and began to cut.
He left for a minute and returned with a bigger saw.
"Here you go", he handed me the pieces. Not wanting to waste his effort, I replied, "thanks. I need 3 more."
As he finished his last cut he said, "no offense, but you would have been here all day, doing this yourself."
I laughed, "no offense taken!"
"Are you one of those women that thinks she is able to do it all?"
"Um, well....yes. I was ABLE to look pityful enough to get you to do this for me!" "Thanks again!"
He laughed and turned to look down at me. "Well, I'm easy, but I'm not cheap!"
I looked up at him. "Good. I'm cheap, but I'm not easy!"
As he placed the pieces in my cart, he said, "You are hilarious, ma'am"
Ma'am....sigh....I hate that word.
And so began my very good Mother's Day weekend.
Crawling through the dirt and weeds
(I do not do yard work with grace and femininity),
I found a bit of my sons sense of humor...
Exhausted from my activity filled day, I asked my sons to join me at a drive-in double feature, Spider-Man 2 and Captain America 2.
The second movie did not even start until midnight. I surprisingly stayed awake and enjoyed both movies.
But what made me the happiest, was the evening in general.
Wrapped in a quilt, I let my body rest. The tension began to loosen as the breeze chilled the heat of the day.
The moon and stars decorated a perfect night. In other circumstances, it would have been a romantic evening but it truly was a rare, peaceful time to enjoy being a mom.
Even though the movies were not over until 2AM, Jack kept his commitment to sing in early service. He was gone when I woke, but he had left me a message.
I later found out that he had actually stayed up until 4, molding me a keepsake that I feared I would never have again, being that my babies are now young men.
Max gave me iTunes gift card and Jeff ordered me some Woot earrings.
Perfect for me.... Didn't break the wallet....and they are blue like the sky before a storm.
My favorite little girl made me a card and made my already joyful Sunday morning, even better.
Instead of staying in my Sunday best, I changed into comfort and met my parents for lunch.
After parading around the restaurant and greeting my friends in their Sunday best, I noticed a wardrobe mishap.
"Margaret, I can see your size from behind"
Jack laughed at my mothers wording...
My top was inside out, seams and tags a flappin for all to see.
I spent the rest of the afternoon mowing the weeds and dust in my happy place.
Ending the day showered, in my robe, and relaxing in my chair by 5pm.