Calmer tonight and exhausted too. Gibson was a bit fussy today which in his case expresses itself by wanting to be held and so I tried to do things with him on my hip and that's fine up to a point but I do not have the legs, hips, or knees of a twenty-five year old anymore. Or a thirty-five year old. Or a...well, you know. He was fussy because he was tired and I got him to sleep by the telling of the Mr. Peep story which some of you may remember and some of you may have never heard of. It's a simple story that I make up about the old turkey who lives next door and I drone it and drone it and drone it and finally, he laid down and let me hold him and kiss his eyelids and he was asleep and it was precious.
So everything was fine and we made bread and Owen got to take his loaf home and I've made soup from the leftover turkey and broth which have been in the freezer since Thanksgiving. This soup has some weird shit in it including two bags of spring-greens and spinach salad, chopped, (a BOGO I never finished) and other things which I'm not even going to tell you about because they just sound too weird but it will be fine. It's raining, it's chilly, soup will be good and there is a lot of garlic and celery and onions and carrots and potatoes in it so it's not like it's completely alien and I'm going to squeeze a bunch of lemon or lime juice in it before we eat it.
I really am tired and I'd probably be dead if Mr. Moon hadn't come home during the final two hours of boy-care, just in time to take over and let me make the soup and do some laundry and begin to clean up. He set the boys up to paint in the kitchen and helped Gibson and I should have taken pictures because it was beautiful but I didn't. What in the world would I do without that man?
What would any of us do without him? He is the solid steel core of this family.
And that's been it. I had moments of feeling as if I was going to jump right out of my skin, my body, my soul ejected into orbit but I didn't. I stayed right here and although I was not the world's Greatest Grandmother by any means, I kept them alive and fed and no one cut anyone's hair although when Jason got here, Owen did "trick" him by showing him his finger which was bright scarlet and Jason freaked out until I said, "It's paint," and Owen chuckled, very satisfied at having pulled one over on his old dad.
Rain. Cold. Cozy in the house. Soup on the burner.
That'll all do. Tomorrow morning I have to go into town and get my blood drawn which doesn't bother me in the slightest but what does bother me is finding out what the results are- high cholesterol? I guess that's about the worst thing they could determine. I always wonder what my grandfather's cholesterol was when he died at the age of 93. Of course they didn't test it then.
Well, I'll face those results when I have to and after I get the blood taken, I might just bend my elbow up around that wad of taped-on cotton and go get breakfast at the Waffle House. Close the barn door after the cow has escaped, so to speak.
It's a plan.
Sleep well, y'all. Sleep warm.