Good evening, sweet quiet place.
Today has been quite the adventure, huh?
Up at 7am. Got to hang out with the oldest and the youngest this morning. A grocery trip so my boy could see his special friend, Cindy. The oldest did physical therapy by herself. A long drive back home with them. I revel in that time with them.
Coming home to clean out the fridge and freezer. Steak making. Readying for school. A massage–holy deltoids.
Coming home to eat for the first time today at 3pm. Making a brisket. A therapy session with the middlest–the single most productive and constructive hour I’ve spent in a long time. And that’s saying a lot. Quick grocery trip and a long drive home with my boy. I revel in that time with him.
Home again for brisket and stuffing which everyone ate, except the littlest, who obviously has no time for delicious food. Kisses with Chris in between him fixing the winter window coverings. A clean bill of health for the water after it was unusable for six days.
And now here I sit. It’s 8:53 and the littlest is asleep. Why, you might ask yourself? Because I’m amazing.
No arrogance or conceit. Merely the knowledge that I worked damn hard to get him to sleep early and to wake him early and it has paid off. This is my reward. I feel the win.
And soon my middlest will be asleep. Chris and I have worked hard getting him to sleep early too. He’s still a work in progress with getting up early, but all the meltdowns from both boys have decreased considerably and life is starting to feel manageable again.
I’ve been writing (pen to paper) about grief recently. And honoring mine. I’m reading Hope Remains by Reppard and Summer Gordon. I’m not into all the Jesus stuff, per se, but the faith stuff is good. And the faith stuff in the face of grief is just what I need right now.
Everything in its place and a place for everything. Today was goodness.