As Tonya’s World Turns

The weather has dampened my spirits.  Dark grey skies, drizzling rain and bone-chilling winds really can make a person get depressed.   I have been consumed with sadness all day.  The last time that we had weather similar to this, was the day, in which we attended  James’ funeral.

My son and I lost a dear friend last month.  Today, I have been constantly thinking of him.  James had the best personality.  He could always take a negative and turn it into a positive.   Due to  unfortunate circumstances concerning his health, he died at an early age of 21.   James had a great laugh and a quirky sense of humor.  He is truly missed by everyone.  I watched him grow up and change into a fine young man.  My son considered him one of his best friends.   Our hearts were broken when he died and it is taking time to heal.  We pass by his parent’s home and see his car parked in the driveway….it is a constant reminder that he is truly gone.  We have numerous “James” stories and lots of memories to treasure.   I was truly blessed to have him in my life as well as Treyton’s life.  He made our world a happier place. 

Have you ever had one of those days that you should have never gotten out of bed?  My son is like a bull in a china cabinet.  I spent the entire day trying to repair all that was broken.  First rattle out of the box, my son bumped my bedroom wall with the vacuum cleaner nozzle and I heard this horrific crash.  Tearing into my room, I discovered that my votive cup was shattered into millions of slivers (along with a huge scrape down the wall from which my sconce scraped).  My son stood silently waiting for the loud scream that would soon follow.  

Secondly,  my son was eating french fries in the living room.  I have no clue as to how the ketchup landed on the carpet.  I guess that a martian from Mars mysteriously dropped it.  My son would not take ownership of the mishap after the first fiasco.  I grab the carpet shampoo & try vigorously to get the stain free.  The shampoo bottle does not want to work with me….the spray top breaks.   After a few choice words, I slam it down.  Luckily, some shampoo oozes from the can.  The stain is removed after all the chaos.

Ending the evening, my son decides to pick up his football and toss it around.   He decides to throw the football at my head as I am passing by the refrigerator.  My head hits the refrigerator (WHIP LASH!!!) and my cookie jar takes a jolt.  Luckily, the fat chef didn’t break.  I cannot say much for my head and neck though. 

If I had decided to stay in bed today, look at all the excitement that I would have missed.  Days like this are truly treasured (broken glass, messy carpets and lots of crashes).  I can hardly wait to get out of bed tomorrow.