Friday, August 15, 2014

A Tiny Bit Exhausted

Feeling shitbeat today. That's all there is to it. Yesterday was full to overflowing and I am not forty anymore. Hell, I'm not even fifty-five anymore.

A scene from last night:

Lily had put the boys in my shower so that she could take them home clean and in pajamas so they'd be ready to pop into bed. My shower has clear glass doors and she came and got me and said, "Come look at this."
Jason was standing there, leaning up against the shower, watching his sons and they were putting on a show, standing under the water, pretending to be frogs, squishing my soap.
"Owen!" Lily said. "Don't squish Mer's soap!"
"It's okay," I said.
"But that's nice soap," Lily said.
"Yeah, Lis gave it to me for Christmas. Avocado soap. But it's all right."
Owen continued to mash the soap in his little fist, enjoying the way it felt, I'm sure.
"Sorry I'm squishing your special soap, Mer," he said.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Next thing I knew, every adult in the house AND Greta were crowded around the shower, watching two very tired and very wired boys entertain us in the shower.
And they were clean as beans when they got out and we wrapped towels around them and then put them in their pajamas. And they gave us all many kisses before they left.

They'll be back this afternoon. Perhaps I'll just let them play in the shower the entire time they're here. Sacrifice another bar of soap. Sleep on the floor of the bathroom with a folded up towel as a pillow while they're dancing around in there.
Nothing could go wrong with that, right?

(I can't even talk about what's going on in Missouri or the fact that Robin Williams had been diagnosed with Parkinson's or Ebola or the Middle East or the Ukraine and what the hell is the ice bucket challenge and no, don't tell me. I don't give a shit.)

It's Friday.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Yes, yes, keep your focus on this, that beautiful family of yours. We can't do shit about the madness out there right now, so the best we can do is radiate the positive energy of love. Gosh, those boys are darlings.

  2. It's fine balance, isn't it? Being aware of the world and the suffering therein and tending our own lives and being true to the ones we love.

    last night my dear dharma teacher talked about forgiveness. And sometimes I just can't. Forgive. The best I can do is say-later.

    You are a dear heart and from here, full of light.

    XXXXXXX Beth

  3. It is a hard thing to stay sane and informed. Focus on those we love.

  4. I was challenged to do the Ice Bucket thing, and I said that I would just donate some money to ALS, and then I was called a party pooper of sorts, and I know that I am, but the whole thing/spectacle bugs the shit out of me, and I'm not about to do it. I guess it's a good thing to increase awareness of a disease, but I'll be damned if I'm joining in. Maybe I'll do a blog post about my feelings and alienate even more people than I have --

  5. Ha! That sounds like a very good use for avocado soap. I didn't hear this news about Robin Williams. I am behind the curve!

  6. OH, Parkinson's? This might sound weird, but that makes me feel a little bit better. I believe we have the right to choose the manner in which we die - and if someone doesn't want to die of a debilitating disease or become disabled by it, that's something I understand.

    It's a better reason that just not being able to bear living. I know it wouldn't have been as simple as that... but still.

  7. The news makes me crazy. I would rather not focus on the constant coverage of the riots in Ferguson. And it seems that CNN has continued non-stop coverage just as they did with the Malaysian airlines disappearance. Too much.


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