I have not had one cup of Valerian tea today. This is like...well, I can't tell you.
I am so vastly grateful. I may wake up tomorrow and go into the red zone but I have had this time of relief.
Fuck if I know. Is it all because I know I can take ONE XANAX tonight? Honey, if that's what it takes, I'll sell my soul to get one Xanax per day. I'm not even going to pretend I have any actual idea what turned inside of me today. I'm just going to count it as a major blessing.
Anyway, I had a good time with the boys. My favorite part was when Gibson and I were playing a drum and we started imitating how different animals walking sound on it. Owen got into the game and said, "What does a panda sound like?" And then he began to demonstrate different animals walking and we would try to copy him on the drum. He did panda and tiger and chicken (he does a great chicken) and penguin and dragon. He had us do, without demonstrations, rabbits and kangaroos and Tyrannosaurus Rex.
It was awesome.
Here's a tiny video of Gibson. I had made him a cheese sandwich. Toasted, of course.
He was a tiny bit mesmerized by the TV for part of it. I'm sure you'll be able to tell.