...*clap* (fan's of 80's music will get that joke...)

Anyway, as previously noted Friday I was having a a turd-o-phonic day, full of anxiety, agitation, and general crabbiness. I took some of my Rx sedative but it didn't calm me enough to where i felt I could leave the house. I decided to take a hot bath to relax a little and the phone rang. It was Angie, the lady from the "Elizabeth Ministry" from my Church. We ended up chatting, yadda yadda yadda she came over this afternoon with a gift bag from the ministry which included booklets on perinatal loss, poems, prayers, mementos, a hand-painted gift box, a decoupaged votive candle, a card, etc etc. It was possibly the greatest timing as I had this restless feeling and yet didn't feel "up" to going out of the house.

So I fixed a snack for my daughter and let her have fun in her room watching Spongebob and other assorted cartoons while I prepared herb tea complete with nice linen napkins, pretty teacups (that i rarely get to use) etc., for Angie and me. Angie also experienced a stillbirth loss of a baby, although many years ago, so she was able to share alot about her experiecnes and how her healing process went. We also both noted that 2005 has more or less been a crummy year for our respective families...in fact her husband and my dad both had prostate surgery about the same time this year! So even though we aren't the same age/generation we still had alot to talk about. 2 hours flew by before my daughter retreated from her room to complain of hunger pangs, and I realized i needed to feed her! oops! Bad mommy! ;) Not feeling too hungry myself, I treated my kiddo to a "fancy restaurant" (read: cheapo Greek diner/family-style joint) which was a thrill for her. I was lucky in that even though I was kind of a mess, she was cooperative and mellow.

As Scarlet O'Hara said, "Tomorrow Is Another Day."