Yesterday morning I got to church and my first three conversations went like this:
Steph: Good morning! How are you doing this morning?
Me: Oh, I'm fine.
Steph: You are lyin'! And you're a terrible liar.
Me: Isn't that a good thing?
Steph: Yep; I guess that's a good thing. So how are you really doing?
Me: It's just one of those mornings where kids won't follow directions and my husband thinks that they would if I was just a better mom.
Steph: (shakes her head) Want me to kick him in the nads for you?
Linda: (Gestures over her face, then points at me) What is this? You look mad or something.
Me: Just one of those days.
Linda: Uh-huh. Whatever.
Preacher: Good morning! And how are you?
Me: I'm making it.
Preacher: Well, you know, whenever I think I've had a bad week, I think , "Well, at least I'm not Tiffany." I mean , I don't know how you handle it all.
I wasn't sure if I should feel offended or vindicated.
Then, after church, conversations went like this:
Linda: Hun, I'm going to pray for you this week cause I don't like seeing that look on your face.
Me: Good. Thanks.
Me: My knees hurt.
Steph: Well, tell your husband to take care of things himself.
Me: (Not getting the innuendo) He can't handle being in charge of everything for more than two hours.
Linda: Seriously. If you're taking care of the house & kids, he can take care of himself so your knees don't hurt.
Me: (Still hurting and frustrated and not getting it) Nah. It's just that I don't have cartilage in my knees, so it grinds bone-on-bone.
Linda: (snickers at perceived innuendo from "bone-on-bone")
Steph: Wow. That sucks.
Linda: That's what she said.
Steph: I'm going to show up at your house one day this week with a bottle of wine to make you relax. Your husband is going to get home and be like, "What's up with you? Why are you in such a good mood?" And you can be like, "Steph crashed my crib and liquored me up and got me to mellow out."
(The preacher's wife gives us a dirty look.)
Steph: So, what's your poison? Pinot?
Me: Actually, I don't really like wine. But I wouldn't mind the visit.
Steph: So... chocolate? I'm bringing something.
Me: Ice cream. I love ice cream.
Steph: YUM! Sounds like a plan!
After church, we stayed for a women's potluck lunch and devo, where the message was about how much of a blessing the leader's special needs kid is. I wasn't in the mood to appreciate her sentiment, yet I listened and hope one day I can feel the same way. I know that there are many blessings, and, honestly, it's not the special-needs part of my kid I take issue with. It's the defiant, obstinant, rude attitude; and that the younger kids are acting out like he does because that's the example set for them.
Then the crazy lady showed up and tried to take my pizza: My husband had brought pizza for the lunch, but we'd already started the devo by the time he got there, so everyone went up afterward to get some. Just then, someone who wasn't there for the lunch or devo showed up and wedged herself in the middle of the ladies fixing their plates, picked up a full pizza box and started to walk off.
I was like, "Whatcha doin'?"
And she said, "Oh. Can I have this?"
"I think people are still getting pizza, and several people have already asked if they could take some leftovers."
A man who has been working on some building repairs, volunteering his time, asked politely if he could have some. "Sure, go ahead," I say.
She starts getting antsy because the pizza is running out and she still wants a full box.
So she huffs, "Well, Cris got a whole box." I open my hand and showed her the cash that Cris put in my hand so she could take a full box. "Cris asked if she could buy a box because she has to work today." I knew that this crazy lady would not be working today. She just didn't want to cook dinner.
But it really just rubbed me the wrong way that she walked up and took a box without asking while people were still trying to eat! Ugh! How selfish is that? She used to be a good friend, but she's so self-absorbed that she takes advantage of people all the time and doesn't even realize that it's wrong.
There was a half a box left, so she asked if she could take it for lunch - after everyone had gotten what they have wanted. I caved and said yes... and I motioned with my pen that I was stabbing her as she walked away, which made Steph and Linda almost spew Sprite out of their noses laughing. The preacher's wife pretended to not see. Then Crazy's husband walked up, laughing and shaking his head, and gave me a few bucks to cover the price of the half-pizza.