I keep having to remind myself that it’s already Friday. There are so many things on my to-do list that I made on Monday that are still sitting there, glaring at me, impatiently waiting for me to do something about them. I’m trying, I swear, but I feel like I’m just treading water, both at work and at home. And to make matters worse, I had to take Wednesday off unexpectedly to drive 2.5 hours to a hospital in Southern Illinois to visit my ailing grandmother. I’m not sure what’s wrong but I do know that the hospital staff – though nice – are somewhat incompetent. Or maybe it’s just the night staff. Why is the only doctor available, only available at 7am prior to visiting hours when no family members are there to ask him questions? Why do I have to ask the med nurse to re-check her charts and make sure that the right meds are listed? Shouldn’t she get it right the first time? Isn’t that kind of her job? And the only other family member around to ensure my grandma is properly cared for is my partially-deaf and completely stressed-out grandpa who has absolutely zero knowledge of the medical field and doesn’t know which questions to ask.
Still, despite the fuzzy blur that this week has been, I still managed to have a little fun. Like seeing Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last night. I would’ve enjoyed it a little more had the guy behind me learned to whisper rather than talk at normal volume and if he had been in a straight jacket because the guy could not sit still and repeatedly kicked my chair and tapped his foot, which happened to be right next to my ear. But then I’d get all distracted by poor Hermione and learned to ignore him.
But the best part of the movie? Watching it with my husband who was just as excited to see it as I was. In fact he even suggested going to the midnight showing Tuesday night. I thought he was joking but he was completely serious. Of course, you can’t tell him that I told the Internets about his geeky love for Harry Potter. He doesn’t want anyone to know about it. But Wednesday night, when I fell asleep midway through HP and The Order of the Phoenix, he stayed up to watch the rest of it while I went to bed. And perhaps the cutest thing of all is when he tries to do the British accent and says “snoggle” instead of “snog”. As in, “And then they snog!” He says, “And then they SNOGGLE!” Ha!