Holidays and Family

This week's words are:

Curious
Eventually
Shower


Well I hadn't intended to use 3WW for regular posting, but more as a writing prompt to get other creative juices flowing. However, these last couple of week's have had some unusual circumstances to them. Last week, of course being Eid, and this week holidays and technical difficulties have plagued me, as well as dealing with a severe respiratory infection. Alhomdulilah! So Today you get Tuesday Talk and 3WW in combination. Lucky you! I did try to post this message yesterday before beginning the two hour drive out of town:

This will be a short post, but I wanted to wish a Merry Christmas to those who celebrate the Holiday. We are preparing to go see my in-laws. They are Christian, and Christmas is an important holiday to them, and they are not young by any means, and I would not dream of depriving them of the opportunity to celebrate with their grandchildren. Our kids are big enough now to understand that we don't really celebrate Christmas, but that we do respect their grandparents beliefs.

T.I.V., I'm sorry I didn't get that post up. It will probably have to wait until next Monday so that I can be sure I am giving 100% accurate information. Sorry to disappoint. For now I have to jet out of here. Merry Christmas everyone!

Unfortunately my lap-top was not being cooperative, and it did not go through before I left.

We had a good time yesterday at my in-laws. There was an undercurrent of the typical family drama, but for the most part everybody seemed to be taking the day off from the usual tension and arguments. We were able to tease my father-in-law about the Lemon Meringue pie that he was hoarding for himself, and my sister-in-law who cooked the turkey upside down because it was the first time she'd ever cooked one, and my husband who seems to need some lessons in how to serve up cherry pie without mangling it. We spent the day eating and washing dishes in shifts, and the children received wonderful gifts from their grandparents and great grandmother.

I was able to shower my baby niece with attention. I love babies, and I miss when my children were babies, but I must say that it was nice to be able to give her back to her mom. She's actually a pretty quiet kiddo, with a bald head and big curious eyes. She's almost a year old and is already walking. Eventually her mom is going to have trouble keeping up with her.


Meanwhile I've been fighting this respiratory infection.  (And yes, I washed my hand before handling the baby. Her mom said she already had a cold otherwise I would have steered clear of her.) I'm doing over the counter stuff for right now, but Mr. Muse told me this morning that if I'm still struggling to breathe while doing anything else but resting tonight, he's going to insist I take my butt down the block to the E.R. I'm hoping however that won't be necessary. He is being slightly alarmist because he just recovered from the beginnings of Pneumonia. I think the worst I'm suffering from though is a bit of Bronchitis.  So even though I have massive amounts of work to do around the house, I may take the day off and give my body a break. I'm sure that keeping up with the mini-muses will prove challenging enough for me.

Mr. Muse loves his job, which I'm thrilled about. He never really has liked working for other people, but I think that because he's doing something he enjoys he'll do just fine. Meanwhile I have a friend in the community that will babysit on the days that I have school, and I will work with them on their homeschooling on the in between days. The Arabic school at the Masjed is working on becoming a full time school with a complete curriculum of courses from Pre-K to 12th grade. Insha' Allah they will be able to do it soon. It's going to take a lot of work.

A bit of bad news though. Little Pokey, our new puppy, seems to have passed away in the night. we have yet to determine exactly why. He was having some digestive problems when we got him it seemed, but we're not sure if that's what caused it. We haven't told the children yet. Mr. Muse and I agreed that we will figure out how to handle that when he gets home. Rest in Peace, Pokey. It was a joy to have you while we could.