Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Busy


Oh Lord. How do mothers do it?
Despite the fact that I, in fact, "did it" for years and years and years, I cannot understand how.

Kids! Even the ones who are well-behaved and lovely and funny and smart and amazing (i.e. all of my grandchildren) are so constant!

Duh.

Here are some of the things that happened here today:

Cooking, cleaning up the kitchen, doing laundry, changing diapers, taking a small boy to the bathroom, feeding children, cleaning up after feeding children, reminding/helping a small boy to wash his hands, sweeping, reading books, puzzle-doing, pretending, asking a small boy to do something and being told, "Uh, no," with a wrist-twisting gesture to make the point more clear. There was also taking a small boy to the dump and the post office with him siting only on a booster seat because it was literally a drive of a block and a half and being told by the small boy that if he poops on the potty, I should take him on a long, long drive. Going to the doctor's office for the small boy to have his three-year-old check-up and having the small boy's brother, who has shown no signs of distress, vomit about a lake of puke on his mother, himself, and the floor before she'd even checked the small boy in.
Changing of clothing. Washing up as best as can be done in a public bathroom.
Having the small boy checked and examined. He is fine except that he is actually running a slight temperature which means he probably has what his brother had in the past week or so which is a viral cold, as the nurse practitioner called it.
But no shots. Because of the fever.
On the way to the doctor, Jessie was discussing the possibility of shots and August said, after some thought, "Could we go to another hos-pi-dal where they do not have shots?"

Also today Jessie pointed out what must be black hairy mold in a window frame of the library because it looks just like black hairy mold.

And so on.
Now the Boppy is home and so finally, FINALLY August can watch TV. Everything else pales in comparison with that. I have white bean chili in the crockpot and I am going to make some purple cabbage with apples and raisins and caraway seeds. And maybe some cornbread. We are going to try and get August to sleep tonight before ten-thirty which is when he went to sleep last night. This means that I better go finish up making supper now.

Meanwhile, all is well and Levon seems fine and August does too. He fell asleep on the way home from the doctor's while listening to Abbey Road but when Jessie brought him into the house and tried to lay him down he woke up. I was rocking and singing to Levon in the Glen Den and heard the sound of a small boy running down the hallway. August popped into the room and said, "Hey. What are you doing?"
"I thought you were going to take a nap," I said.
"I was just taking a little rest," he said.

We could all use one of those.

Be well.

Love...Ms. Moon

16 comments:

  1. Having to get up and do for my kids when they were as young as August literally saved my life. I would have curled up and stopped everything but for them. Yes, constant. But such rewards.

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    1. I always say that having children saved my life. I'm sure it did.
      I thank them for it too.

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  2. Oh what a sweet day (except for the puke lake). I just commented on Weaver's blog about a memory I have from 35 year ago visits to grandma's. Oh I treasure that I spent so much time with her. I've told you this before, but hearing your life with those grandkids brings me back to that feeling of safety and love I had with grandma. It's a gift every time - like a little visit and hug from her.

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    1. I think that is what grandma's are for- to give a child that feeling of love and safety. At least I hope that's what I give to my grandchildren.
      I'm glad I can remind you of that.

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  3. They do have a lot of energy. I wonder how grandparents who raise their grandchildren manage. I'm sure you'll sleep well:)

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    1. I think of that all of the time, Lily! My god. How do they do it? Even great grandchildren!

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  4. I am so far behind on your blog, and I feel terrible about that. It looks like there've been celebrations galore. Happy birthday to everyone who had one, and I hope your Cancun trip is around the corner so you can get some rest!

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    1. Cozumel! There's a difference. For one thing, it's an island.
      But thanks for the congratulations and we'll be leaving December 20.

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  5. I understand the exhaustion. My two-year-old granddaughter wears me out. If I hung with here everyday, I think I'd get skinny again. I don't have the energy I once did. My three boys stripped me of most of it. Hope you get some rest soon.

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  6. Wow! THAT sounds like a full day. It's remarkable how little kids can just explode with vomit without exhibiting any prior signs of distress. I've seen it happen too. It's amazing.

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    1. Yes, and then as soon as Levon was settled, he was happy as a little clam again. Children. They are different creatures than the adult versions.

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  7. Wow, I've seen lakes of puke and was the recipient of one...Sorry about that but at least Levon is okay. I appreciated the comment about the sense of love and safety from grandmas. Mine was a tough southern woman who could be stern but I always knew and felt the love she had for me and I think your grands will remember that. You are more fun and they'll appreciate that too.

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  8. I think anyone over 45 would need a nap after a day like that. I need a nap after reading it.

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