I need to know what comes after exhausted. I was tired. Then I was exhausted. Now, I'm . . .? I'm not quite dead, but I'm close.
It has been a day. We've been without a night cook for over twelve weeks. Finally hired someone. He worked two days, then called in sick. Sous chef hasn't had a day off in weeks, so today she told us in advance she would be unavailable.
The day started with with a 6:00 am phone call from the Executive Chef informing us that he was now sick, followed closely by a phone call from one of the kitchen helpers. It gets worse from there, but to cut a long story short, I was the Butterfield Place Chef today.
I managed to get through breakfast, got help from several others to prepare lunch, and resorted to ordering pizza for supper. Not only did I do breakfast by myself, I washed all the supper dishes. And I am so tired that I would cry, but I don't have the energy.
My legs hurt. My back hurts. My feet hurt. And I have completely lost my sense of humor about the situation.
I'm sure that after a good night's sleep, I'll be better tomorrow. But I already know that tomorrow's going to be a repeat of today, because everyone is still sick. I am dreading it. But I'll get through it.
Sorry, no words of wisdom tonight. No witticisms or funny stories. Just a plea for prayers and strength.
Good night
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Sweet and Salty
I love things that are sweet and salty all at the same time. Popcorn mixed with M&Ms. Peanut brittle. Potato chips dipped in chocolate. (Don't knock it, till you've tried it!)
Today was a sweet, but salty day. My brother is getting married and today was the bridal shower. I really like his fiance'. She a really sweet woman and they seem incredibly happy and terribly in love. His daughters like her and seem pleased that their dad is adding her and her young son to their lives together.
The shower was in Neosho and the women of our family all piled into a couple of cars and traveled together. We talked and laughed on the way down. The shower was lovely and we enjoyed meeting Amanda's family. All in all, a very sweet time. But so incredibly salty because of who wasn't there.
You see, we lost my mom two years ago this month. Thyroid cancer. Not as bad as it sounds because she didn't live like someone who had cancer. No chemo, no radiation - just her first airplane ride, a trip to the East Coast, picnics and card games and, when her world became limited to a room and a bed, lots of love and laughter and sweet moments. (Someday, when I'm really, really strong - I'm going to write about that time. Just not ready yet.)
And today was sweet. Precious, and lovely and a time for celebration. And on the way home we wept. Mom would have loved to have been there today. She waited a long, long time for my brother to find a worthy woman. She never even met Amanda. But I'm pretty sure she would have liked her. And she would have loved Isaac, Amanda's son. See, mom always had a big soft spot for onery little boys with a twinkle in their eye. That's why my brother always got away with everything that he did! And she would have loved seeing her granddaughters, beautiful young women, doing all the things that women in this family do - together.
You were missed so much today, momma. And I'm not really sure how we'll get through the wedding without you. But Kelly and I will put on a rehearsal dinner that would make you proud. We'll be doing it for Bill and Amanda, but it will be in honor of you. You could always throw the best parties. And you could make anything into an event.
We'll do right by you on this one. But you will definitely be missed. Good thing I like my sweets with a little salty because I think this is definitely going to be one of those. Love you, momma.
Today was a sweet, but salty day. My brother is getting married and today was the bridal shower. I really like his fiance'. She a really sweet woman and they seem incredibly happy and terribly in love. His daughters like her and seem pleased that their dad is adding her and her young son to their lives together.
The shower was in Neosho and the women of our family all piled into a couple of cars and traveled together. We talked and laughed on the way down. The shower was lovely and we enjoyed meeting Amanda's family. All in all, a very sweet time. But so incredibly salty because of who wasn't there.
You see, we lost my mom two years ago this month. Thyroid cancer. Not as bad as it sounds because she didn't live like someone who had cancer. No chemo, no radiation - just her first airplane ride, a trip to the East Coast, picnics and card games and, when her world became limited to a room and a bed, lots of love and laughter and sweet moments. (Someday, when I'm really, really strong - I'm going to write about that time. Just not ready yet.)
And today was sweet. Precious, and lovely and a time for celebration. And on the way home we wept. Mom would have loved to have been there today. She waited a long, long time for my brother to find a worthy woman. She never even met Amanda. But I'm pretty sure she would have liked her. And she would have loved Isaac, Amanda's son. See, mom always had a big soft spot for onery little boys with a twinkle in their eye. That's why my brother always got away with everything that he did! And she would have loved seeing her granddaughters, beautiful young women, doing all the things that women in this family do - together.
You were missed so much today, momma. And I'm not really sure how we'll get through the wedding without you. But Kelly and I will put on a rehearsal dinner that would make you proud. We'll be doing it for Bill and Amanda, but it will be in honor of you. You could always throw the best parties. And you could make anything into an event.
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