I am hoping now that the funeral is over we can get back into a routine.  The kids have all gone crazy and need that routine, especially Ethan.  As of now he has been up for 30 hours.  Straight.  With no sleep.  With no naps.  Last night was crazy because I still had to come to work today.  I think I got about 2 1/2 hours of sleep.

The funeral was very nice.  Our preacher gave a wonderful mini-sermon and then a church member got up and sang while he played his guitar.  He has such a beautiful baritone voice.  There wasn't a dry eye in the church by the time he was done. 

While preacher was speaking I noticed Ethan starting to cry.  He managed to do it quietly and seemed to be ok so I left him alone.  We were arranged kind of strange and I'm not sure how we were seated that way.  In the front row was my cousin Julie and her two kids and then Ethan and Emma.  But, Ethan didn't sit near any of them, he made sure there was an empty chair in between him and the others.  In the second row was myself, Scott, my mom, my Aunt Gretchen and Uncle Ron, and my Aunt Ruthie and cousin Jacque.  You would think that Granny's daughters' would sit in the front row and then grandchilren and great-grandchildren in the next rows.  Oh well. 

When J started playing his guitar and singing Ethan lost it.  He buried his face in his hands and just cried.  I handed Harley to Scott & got up and grabbed Ethan's  hand and led him back to my seat and had him sit on my lap to hold him.  That wasn't easy because the kid is 5'3 and 110 pounds, I'm only 5'6.  He is a big boy for 9 years old.  

Maybe a minute after Ethan sat down on my lap Harley wanted back on my lap. He screamed and cried and yelled MAAMAA until I reached over and managed to wrestle him into my lap.  As soon as his butt hit my lap he quit yelling.  The noise just stopped.  He put his head on my shoulder and started patting Ethan's head.  He didn't like big brother being upset. 

Mom wanted the song "Friends" by Michael W. Smith played and I knew as soon as I heard it I would be in tears if I wasn't already.  That song was played at my mom and step-dad's wedding and then it was played again 3 years later at my step-dad's funeral.  I cry now everytime I hear that song.  By the time Friends was playing Harley had started crying again. 

SO, there I sat, squashed by my two sons, all three of us crying and sniffling.   One of the grouchy, old biddies from our church was sitting right behind me and kept throwing kleenex over my shoulders.  I really wanted to turn around and throw them in her face, after they had snot all up in them.  She is so mean and nasty and just can't bring herself to be nice to Scott, myself, or my kids.  I found out she was going around telling people I refused to take Granny to the hospital when she needed it and that is why Granny died, because I am a mean, awful, ungrateful granddaughter and I don't deserve anything that I have.  The day after I found out about this I told my mother-in-law that she is a sad, sad woman and I felt sorry for her.  I was also very angry with her for being so mean to my family when we were dealing with funeral arrangements.   It was a nasty thing to say and it still hurts when I think about it.

A phone prayer chain started a week after Granny died asking for prayers for this mean, old biddie.  She had been in a car wreck, no one was seriously injured and her car was just dented, no major problems.  She was on her way home from a prayer group with a few other women and she was complaining about my family and how awful we were.  I haven't heard if she pulled out in front of someone, lack of attention too busy flapping her yap, or what exactly happened.  The rumor is she was too busy yapping. 

It was really hard for me to carry on the prayer chain.  But I did.  COW

After Granny's funeral we all went back home and took a nap and then went out to eat then went back home and Scott made some yummy Margaritas!   I was drunk and slurring my words.  A few others were tipsy.  It was nice and relaxing though.  The kids were running around causing havoc while the adults were imbibing in alcohol.  Such a wonderful family we are. 

All the relatives went home Sunday so we just kind of sat around doing nothing all day until supper time.  We went out to eat at IHOP where Emma proceeded to throw a huge fit because she didn't get to sit by me.  Scott ended up sitting at the next table and Emma got mad and I didn't feel like arguing with her so I ignored her until she got up and sat at the booth behind us.  Good thing they weren't busy.  The waitress just giggled at us. 

Now I am sitting at work, finding different ways to avoid working, and searching my desk for chocolate.  And I CAN'T FIND ANY!!!!!