I'm glad I have the video because I'm too exhausted to write. I've had very little anxiety today but the lack of adrenalin which so strongly and uncomfortably accompanies it is also missing which is wonderful but leaves me flat-out done.
And that is fine.
I had a good time with my boys and Lily today although Owen is going through some willful times. When he doesn't get his way he says things like, "You are ruining my happiness!" which makes Lily and me laugh and which only makes his happiness more ruined but what can you do?
He also said today, when we were discussing how kittens sometimes scratch you, "You're damn right it hurts!" which made us want to roar with laughter but we couldn't, of course, and he was told that he can't say "damn" but I am still giggling.
And so it goes. I am glad to be the grandmother and not the mother, I will tell you that, because it's hard to try and be consistent in not giving in to a child's demands. Hardest thing in the world.
And I always took comfort in something I heard once when I was a young mother which was that the only thing you really, without fail, must be consistent at is love.
And that I could do and so do Owen's parents.
Good night, y'all.
See you tomorrow.
But don't be expecting porn. I'm just too tired for that mess.