TLC’s home was back to
“normal”—she’d put all their Christmas decorations up. Her house looked lovely.
Peaceful. Cozy.
LL was to take a nap at 1:40-ish and then, when she woke, I was going to help her ride her
tricycle. After she had a
snack that involved a Hershey’s “kiss.” (These are
gluten-free—YIPPEE!) She, unfortunately, was a wiggle wart—unable to calm down enough to sleep.
At 2:15 , this Grammy Nanny gave up the cause. Of course, LL knows
I’ll throw in the towel. But she seemed tres shocked when she discovered, via
her Mama, that she truly wasn’t getting a “kiss.” Shocked and heartbroken. I’m
a pushover for 90% of the things she wants to eat/do/play/color/etc. I don’t
budge on our “Nap Negotiations.” For some odd reason, LL hasn’t grasped that
yet. She did have some pretzels and eight candy corns. (It was supposed to be
five. I talked TLC into three more for LL. Bless LL's sad little soul.)
Once LL (finally—this toot
is a turtle when it comes to eating) finished her snack, we put our jackets and
tennies on and went out to the front yard and sidewalk to ride! This is her
second tricycle. She outgrew her first one FAST . This one has been at my casa. She hasn’t
ridden it more than a couple of times in the past three months. She has some practicing to do. Grammy
Nanny bent over for the length of four homes/driveways until I had to tell her I
couldn’t do much more of that. I’m close to 62. I’ve had a bad back for twenty
years and horrible knees for three years. I do what I can until I can’t any longer. Twenty
minutes in, we returned to their house and promptly went out into their
backyard. Where we jogged back and forth. In a race. For approximately fifteen
more minutes of fresh air and exercise. LL declared herself the winner every
single race. I made her accept that, for the last race, we actually tied. She was
(reluctantly and skeptically) gracious. As gracious as a 3-year-old can be.
I was beyond happy this
trip, as TLC finished “My Guest Room.” It has nothing new in it. Everything was
in the first guest room or in some other part of TLC’s home. The room itself is
twice as big as my last one and has a fabulous powder room, with a shower (I’m
not a bath person), attached to it. Here’s what half of My Guest Room looks
like:
And here’s a picture of
what I cherish and adore about TLC:
While I was bathing LL and
getting her ready for bed Tuesday night, TLC was preparing my room/nightstand. With
the two little chocolates, a bottle of water and my sheets turned down. It was
a fun surprise and as comfy/fancy as any 4 to 5-star hotel I’ve ever been lucky
to stay in while traveling with My Sweet Hubby (MSH). Please don’t
misunderstand—I’ve stayed at maybe five of these Lifestyles-of-the-Rich-and-Famous
hotels. In the past 38-ish years. Haven’t stayed in one—and probably won’t ever
again—in the past six or seven years. (However, there’s always the chance I
might win the $650 million dollar Powerball Lottery Wednesday, right? Got my $3
ticket today. If I win, I promise I’ll be staying at a few more “royal” hotels.
Yes. Yes, I will. Indeed. I'll be treating many, MANY of my family members and friends, too, to some luxury treats. Why not?)
I got back home yesterday
evening—missing My Girls (including Baby Elle--she'll be here SOON!) the moment I drove away from
TLC’s driveway. MSH has a horrible cold. He’s felt bad since Monday. I'm doing my best to stay clear of his germs. This afternoon, I
had a much-needed lunch/therapy session with Sunny. I’m now in my jammies and about to settle in
to my place on our davenport for a night of television. My goal for the next
six days will be to get 7,000 steps, per day, logged into my Fitbit. I’m
staying between 5800 and 6400, at this point, and I need to bump my goal up up
UP! (Yes. I do know they recommend 10,000 steps per day. Yikes. I have confidence I'll get there. I will!)
I hope each of Y’all has a
Wonderful Weekend—wherever in the World you are! Stay safe and JOYFUL,
okie-dokie?
Smooches and Hugs…
