Friday, August 30, 2013

Don't Ask Me

It has been a rather shockingly low-energy day for me. I finally got it together to get off the couch and went and took a nap.
That kind of day.
But I feel some better now and have spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove. Owen likes spaghetti but WITH NO MEATBALLS! He's never had meatballs so we're a bit mystified about that one. He does like meat in the sauce though, so I thawed out some Tennessee grass fed ground beef from the freezer in the garage and used that. I hope he likes it.
Gibson, of course, likes everything.

I am a little nervous, and I know that's silly, to be having both boys overnight. We have no patterns and rituals established here for a sleepover. I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm an over-worrier and that's all there is to that.

Mr. Moon's had a fabulous day. The bow kit (don't ask me) that he needs for gator hunting (don't ask me) has finally arrived just in time for next week's night-time river prowls in search for the elusive monster gator. He managed to sell two trade-ins and not lose money on them. And the railroad company has promised to have someone here on Tuesday to deal with this giant oak tree which fell on our property some weeks ago. Remember that? It's just been laying there dying ever since. We expected no help from them at all, to be truthful, but explored the option before we hired someone to do the job so this is good news. And tomorrow he's heading up to the Georgia hunting camp so he's out in the garage getting things ready for that. Don't ask me.

The boys will be here soon and things will get jiggy real quick. And after they leave tomorrow, I will have at least 24 hours of solitude. I might even go to a movie.
Or I might not.
We shall see. I swear to you- I can't even start to predict a damn thing around here and I've quit trying.

I'll let you know how it goes.

And I sent the letter. If I did nothing else today (and that's pretty much the deal), I sent the damn letter.

Thank you, all of you, for having our back on this one. I could feel your universal aghastness and somehow, that helped a whole lot.

I love you.
Ms. Moon


  1. I can't wait to hear how it went. No meatballs?! How can that be?! :-)

  2. When the grandkids would come over to spend the night, and it was just next door, it would be all four of them. We would just have a big slumber party. Of course, I was younger and the kids were older than Owen and Gibson.

    It'll be fine.

  3. You know, Mary: this IS speaking up. And out. It is. You're better at it than you think. You are one of my touchstones, one of the voices I turn to daily to remind me about the importance of voice, of making our ordinary lives significant by writing them down. I know it doesn't seem like much, but it is. It's huge. It's so important. And it takes guts, and you've got them.

  4. I'm glad you sent the letter. I think for a long time as a girl and even into adulthood, speaking out for myself has always been an issue. And I think a lot of it was forced on me as a kid to suck it up and be a peacemaker and swallow what hurt and was uncomfortable because I didn't want to rock the boat, so to say.
    I like what Angella said. I like that very much.
    You are a wonderful grandmother. Your boys are very very loved.

  5. I haven't been commenting of late, but I'm reading, as always. And I'm hoping your night with the small ones goes swimmingly.

    (And I hope your hips feel better)

    And I can't wait to hear what you fix yourself for dinner when you go solo.

  6. Have a wonderful evening. Whatever you do will be perfect. Sweet Jo

  7. Here's to a good sleep at Mer Mer's house!!
    I'm so proud of you for writing and sending that letter! I wonder what will come of it.
    I'm also achy. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. But you keep moving, right?

  8. Sleepovers at grandparents houses are still one of my most happy memories. Rituals and patterns will set in and memories are being made for life!

  9. I'm a little late with my aghastness, as Virgin Media cut me off for owing £25!! buggers. . . Anyway back on now and first thing I did is catch up with you.
    Poor Owen, that's awful; my 6 yr old daughter would no way go in alone, even for a check up, not that she would be expected to. How brave of him, poor little soul. The tears were probably tears of relief and there's nothing at all wrong with those, or any other tears. I'm glad you wrote (and posted) the letter. He'd been brave and been rewarded, what he did after that was between him and his Mother.
    Posh Brits say clothes, my (posh) ex, accused me of saying cloves!
    Look forward to hearing about the sleepover, what fun x

  10. Hey Just catching up now. We've been away for a 3 days....

    You will be great with the boyz. It's all down hill after supper. Bath, stories and bed! Like riding a bike I'll bet.

    I'm sorry to hear about the Owen incident. I felt very much like you did when that damn nurse pulled back Harley's foreskin with no warning what so ever. I felt so violated on his behalf and helpless and I was standing right there! ugh! That really is an awful feeling. I remember the letter I sent about the care and treatment of baby penises. I'm sure they are still giggling about that one at Tallahassee Peds.. So be it. It gave me some measure of not just standing by idly when I felt a HUGE boundary had been violated. I'm proud of you for sending the letter. I'm sure it was much better than mine! :-) (I think I asked you to proof it for me, remember?)

    I will call soon. Lots of happenings next door. xo

  11. Nicol- He just ate his noodles plain with butter and cheese. I think sauce is not his friend and meatballs- well, maybe that just sounds nasty. Who knows?

    Ellen Abbott- "Of course, I was younger and the kids were older than Owen and Gibson." I thought about that approximately 50,000 times last night between the hours of 2 a.m. and 6 a.m.

    Sara- Thank you so much. I really don't have much in the way of guts. Trust me. I just talk a lot. Maybe.

    Rachel- Same-same for me. I totally get that. And I hate it that I'm this way.

    Elizabeth- Salmon. Going to make some salmon. Are you shocked?

    Sweet Jo- It was fun up until around 1:30 in the morning. And it was fun again after about 9:00 a.m.

    Heartinhand- I could not move at all yesterday but today am much better. Why is this???

    Birdie- I think you are right.

    Bugerlugs- Exactly on the dental assistant! She was way out of line. "Cloves". Ha! I'm going to start saying that.

    Ms. Fleur- I remember that. So what's happening next door?

  12. I am putting in a formal complaint about the unprofessional behaviour of a fellow staff member tomorrow. Have debated whether or not it's worth it but i think you can never go wrong if you are doing it to stand up for the rights of yourself and others. Even if nothing comes from your letter or my complaint, at least we can both say that we stood up for what we believe in.

  13. Glad that you wrote the letter. It is important to stand up for something. And to stand for something too.


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