As you know,
I'm rarely alone.
Which is really fine by me,
but occasionally I do like to venture out
all by my lonesome.
So yesterday I seized a rare opportunity to run to WM by myself.
It is amazing how much I can think
when I don't have several little people thinking for me.
Thoughts.
Real thoughts.
Like,
"Hmmm, where should I park? Today, I get to decide that."
See?
I told you.
It was luxurious.
I had about four prescriptions to pick up.
Macy was diagnosed this week with Psoriasis (gasp! poor girly!)
and Nick has been dealing with Eczema since he was a newborn.
All that plus my wrinkles,
it's a regular dermatological circus around here.
So as I was waiting for all the meds to be ready,
I went back to electronics to do a little Christmas browsing.
*Warning*
I truly mean no disrespect when I tell you this.
There, working the electronics department was a man
who looked like Jesus.
Well, I mean if Jesus really was a white dude like all our movies
portray him to be.
Long, wavy light-brown hair.
A full beard.
Dark brown, very warm and kind eyes.
I just stared at him.
Then I noticed that he had a Star of David necklace on.
I cracked up.
Wow!
What are the odds?
I wanted SO BADLY to take a picture of him.
Or maybe even have someone take a pic of the two of us side by side.
It would have made this blog post
perfect.
But I just couldn't do it.
Anyway,
it wasn't Jesus.
I'm certain it wasn't.
Moving on.
So I went back to get my prescriptions
(and no, in case you were wondering, there wasn't anything prescribed
for my wrinkles. Dang it.)
Guess how much the grand total was to get these kids' skin
back to normal.
Guess.
$477.
Well, Merry Christmas, kiddos.
You guys, I nearly started to cry.
Seriously.
Nick's was the biggest culprit at $277.
I felt horrible, as if I was denying my child a lung or something,
but I told the pharmacy gal that I'd have to wait on
that one.
I got home, still feeling like the worst mom in the world.
I broke the news to Nick that I didn't get the new medicine
the doctor had prescribed because it
cost so much.
I was really unsure of what his reaction would be but he
said,
"Good grief, my skin doesn't mean that much to me."
Don't you just love boys.
Anyway,
I'll call the doctor back to see if there's something cheaper.
But my gracious,
I'm just so very thankful that none of my children need
a life-saving medicine that costs that much...or more.
Oh wait.
Maybe perhaps I should have asked the guy
in electronics to pull some strings for me.
Never mind.
My conclusion to all this is,
maybe I shouldn't venture out alone anymore.
Maybe I really do need those little people
there to help me think.
Or not think.
I'm rarely alone.
Which is really fine by me,
but occasionally I do like to venture out
all by my lonesome.
So yesterday I seized a rare opportunity to run to WM by myself.
It is amazing how much I can think
when I don't have several little people thinking for me.
Thoughts.
Real thoughts.
Like,
"Hmmm, where should I park? Today, I get to decide that."
See?
I told you.
It was luxurious.
I had about four prescriptions to pick up.
Macy was diagnosed this week with Psoriasis (gasp! poor girly!)
and Nick has been dealing with Eczema since he was a newborn.
All that plus my wrinkles,
it's a regular dermatological circus around here.
So as I was waiting for all the meds to be ready,
I went back to electronics to do a little Christmas browsing.
*Warning*
I truly mean no disrespect when I tell you this.
There, working the electronics department was a man
who looked like Jesus.
Well, I mean if Jesus really was a white dude like all our movies
portray him to be.
Long, wavy light-brown hair.
A full beard.
Dark brown, very warm and kind eyes.
I just stared at him.
Then I noticed that he had a Star of David necklace on.
I cracked up.
Wow!
What are the odds?
I wanted SO BADLY to take a picture of him.
Or maybe even have someone take a pic of the two of us side by side.
It would have made this blog post
perfect.
But I just couldn't do it.
Anyway,
it wasn't Jesus.
I'm certain it wasn't.
Moving on.
So I went back to get my prescriptions
(and no, in case you were wondering, there wasn't anything prescribed
for my wrinkles. Dang it.)
Guess how much the grand total was to get these kids' skin
back to normal.
Guess.
$477.
Well, Merry Christmas, kiddos.
You guys, I nearly started to cry.
Seriously.
Nick's was the biggest culprit at $277.
I felt horrible, as if I was denying my child a lung or something,
but I told the pharmacy gal that I'd have to wait on
that one.
I got home, still feeling like the worst mom in the world.
I broke the news to Nick that I didn't get the new medicine
the doctor had prescribed because it
cost so much.
I was really unsure of what his reaction would be but he
said,
"Good grief, my skin doesn't mean that much to me."
Don't you just love boys.
Anyway,
I'll call the doctor back to see if there's something cheaper.
But my gracious,
I'm just so very thankful that none of my children need
a life-saving medicine that costs that much...or more.
Oh wait.
Maybe perhaps I should have asked the guy
in electronics to pull some strings for me.
Never mind.
My conclusion to all this is,
maybe I shouldn't venture out alone anymore.
Maybe I really do need those little people
there to help me think.
Or not think.
