Friendship overtakes the schedule

Yesterday morning my friend Brenda called me. Immediately this was a little weird because, well, it was morning. Brenda doesn't do mornings.

The conversation started as it usually does.

"Hey. What are you doing today?"

The answers is usually mundane -- cleaning the closet, doing school, dusting . . . .

Yesterday's wasn't.

"I have to tell you what happened this weekend. And I'll warn you now; I'm probably going to cry."

Poor Brenda had had an awful Saturday and Sunday, and she was still dealing with the fallout. Understandably, she was still upset and stressed out about it.

While there wasn't (and isn't) anything I could actually do to help with the problem, I wanted to help. So I did the best I could. I said, "There are some errands that can't wait, but give me an hour to get them done then bring the children over. You can go and do whatever."

I told the children that school was on hold, and we went to do our errands. Brenda dropped her children off a couple of hours later, and she went off to regain composure.

We still had things to do, but I was happy to be able to do something to make her day at least a little bit better. Not just willing to do it, but happy that I could offer her a few hours to herself.

So what did Brenda do during that time? Went back home and watched mindless television. And considering how much calmer she was when she came back, I was glad she did. :)