water

hallo
I know it's been a while... yeah, well, what can you do?
anyways, I just wanted to let you know about my eventful weekend.

Yesterday I came home around ten pm. I was exhausted (I'd left to go to practice at 10am {I'm in my Church's Christmas production - so you guys should come see - especially if I end up doing a solo - I'm not to sure about the solo though - it's a Whitney Houston (sp?) song that needs to be sung with soul - however: "I got soul but I'm not a soldier" [wink]}. and then I hung out with a friend, then hurried home and left again for a concert with the Choir - the concert was great) - so anyways, I was exhausted and when I finally crawled into bed it was soaking wet. I kid you not - there was large wet spot through my teeshirt, through my comforter, my sheets all the way to my mattress. I was intrigued but exhausted and noone else was home but Tom. So I changed my sheets, put down a towel and went to bed. I thought maybe someone had spilled a glass of water (somehow) on my bed. this morning I spoke to K and Soupy (who stayed over lastnight)
Tulip: "would either of you know about a big wet spot that I found on my bed?"
Soupy: "uhhh....ummmm...I don't think I should comment on that... finding wet spot on your bed"
Tulip: "Soupy!!! very funny, I found that spot last night - before I went to bed!!"
Soupy:"oh, then I have no idea"

anyways - neither of them knew anything about it - they both suspect Tom. I smelled the sheets at the time and nothing was amiss (but truth be told I can't actually always smell ammonia - it's true - I once astounded my chem class when my teacher put a tube of ammonia to my face saying that she wouldn't put it any closer for fear of burning my nose off and I still couldn't smell a thing- that's right folks - I'm a medical wonder!!) so maybe my testimony of Tom's innocence is not the greatest. but why would he do such a thing - I mean, yeah it's his favourite spot, but there is absolutely no need to mark it -we all know it's his. hmm.

today I helped in the church nursery. it's funny how one person - grown or otherwise can throw you right off. One baby girl (she was soo cute) started to cry and no matter what I did (I changed, fed and cajoled her) she remained inconsolable (it's a good word - very accurate) until her father came, at which point she fell happily asleep - grrrr.... but while she cried - piercingly, in such a distressed manner it was as though the world would end - I couldn't focus on anything or anyone else. I felt like crying myself when it was all over - that can be so jangling to one's nerves.... I don't know if kids are where it's at for me....

lastly, there was a seminar after church and at the end of it I picked up an open bottle of water that was under my chair and had a good drink, then I looked into my bag and noticed that my bottle of water was still there.... ummmm...uhhh... uhoh. don't you hate that?! have you ever done that? drunk someone else's water. ew!!!!!!!! I didn't know what to do.. I can only shake my head and pray that it was some happy healthy person... or else that maybe I had two bottles of water in my handbag..... :(

water - whether in the form of a mysterious puddle in my bed, tears from an inconsolable seven month old, or from someone else's water bottle - water can be very distressing (for me at least - this weekend)
tulip