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Jun. 22nd, 2011 02:20 pmI keep being blown away by how manageable things are around here, lately.
I don't get everything done that I want to get done (LET'S NOT GET CRAZY) and there are always snafus along the way (see: last night's entry), but...this is still worlds apart from having a bunch of diapered wild things that need every bit of their day attended to. Worlds apart from being so crazily overwhelmed by new responsibilities. Worlds apart from being in the darkest stretch of ignored, worsening PTSD.
I didn't get much sleep last night; I just couldn't seem to get down. I was pretty damn tired driving Grant to work this morning. I came home to a quiet house, my brother left for JobCorps, and I was like dude whatever and went back to sleep. This was at like 8:30.
I woke up at 11:30, feeling way better. House is still noticeably cleaner than usual from the massive cleanup we did yesterday.
All five kids had gotten bowl of cheerios and almond milk and eaten bananas and granola bars on their own and there was only one bowl and one wrapper left out.
Ananda had done all her chores and was most of the way done with her math work for the day.
Isaac, Jake and Elise were gathered around the Sesame Street YouTube channel (Aaron had helped them) watching videos.
Aaron was constructing something out of golden orb spider web from the sideyard.
I took about one relaxed hour that involved lots of talking with all of them about the movies they went to see with Dad last night and all our plans for tomorrow and the next day, during which I handled lots of food stuff:
-2 pitchers of sweet iced tea brewed, mixed and chilling, to go with dinner tonight
-whole chicken from the freezer thawing in a big bowl of water, for roasting this evening
-pasta boiled up, sauce heated, and mushrooms butter sauteed, for lunch
-2 jumbo cans of pineapple chunks chilling in the freezer for "dessert", after lunch
-double-sized crate of strawberries chopped and coated in sugar, marinating in the fridge for tomorrow morning's oatmeal
We boiled extra pasta for ducklings I'll take them to see after they endure coming along with me to get my financial aid debacle straightened out; Aaron is writing a paragraph about this latest nonfiction book he read for me.
It's just kind of wild how EASY so many things are.
FedEx just came by. When I was in Boston, pregnant with Elise, a lawyer-activist friend of Nancy's asked me if I would pose for some pictures with different facial expressions. She was having several women do this, pregnant or with newborns, for a series of shots to be used as promotional materials for her new site (consciouswoman.org) when it launched. I'm still in contact with her (she's most likely, hopefully contributing to my surgery book) and she was telling me about how she had the images painted by an artist and was sending all the "models" lithographs of the painting of their own image.
So that's what FedEx was delivering to me; a matted lithograph print of an oil painting of me on all fours in a floor length dress, a million months pregnant with Elise, trying to look like I'm "awakening" or "realizing" or something like that (I can't remember).
I'm really not sure what I think of it O_o Ananda and Aaron give neutral reviews.
I don't get everything done that I want to get done (LET'S NOT GET CRAZY) and there are always snafus along the way (see: last night's entry), but...this is still worlds apart from having a bunch of diapered wild things that need every bit of their day attended to. Worlds apart from being so crazily overwhelmed by new responsibilities. Worlds apart from being in the darkest stretch of ignored, worsening PTSD.
I didn't get much sleep last night; I just couldn't seem to get down. I was pretty damn tired driving Grant to work this morning. I came home to a quiet house, my brother left for JobCorps, and I was like dude whatever and went back to sleep. This was at like 8:30.
I woke up at 11:30, feeling way better. House is still noticeably cleaner than usual from the massive cleanup we did yesterday.
All five kids had gotten bowl of cheerios and almond milk and eaten bananas and granola bars on their own and there was only one bowl and one wrapper left out.
Ananda had done all her chores and was most of the way done with her math work for the day.
Isaac, Jake and Elise were gathered around the Sesame Street YouTube channel (Aaron had helped them) watching videos.
Aaron was constructing something out of golden orb spider web from the sideyard.
I took about one relaxed hour that involved lots of talking with all of them about the movies they went to see with Dad last night and all our plans for tomorrow and the next day, during which I handled lots of food stuff:
-2 pitchers of sweet iced tea brewed, mixed and chilling, to go with dinner tonight
-whole chicken from the freezer thawing in a big bowl of water, for roasting this evening
-pasta boiled up, sauce heated, and mushrooms butter sauteed, for lunch
-2 jumbo cans of pineapple chunks chilling in the freezer for "dessert", after lunch
-double-sized crate of strawberries chopped and coated in sugar, marinating in the fridge for tomorrow morning's oatmeal
We boiled extra pasta for ducklings I'll take them to see after they endure coming along with me to get my financial aid debacle straightened out; Aaron is writing a paragraph about this latest nonfiction book he read for me.
It's just kind of wild how EASY so many things are.
FedEx just came by. When I was in Boston, pregnant with Elise, a lawyer-activist friend of Nancy's asked me if I would pose for some pictures with different facial expressions. She was having several women do this, pregnant or with newborns, for a series of shots to be used as promotional materials for her new site (consciouswoman.org) when it launched. I'm still in contact with her (she's most likely, hopefully contributing to my surgery book) and she was telling me about how she had the images painted by an artist and was sending all the "models" lithographs of the painting of their own image.
So that's what FedEx was delivering to me; a matted lithograph print of an oil painting of me on all fours in a floor length dress, a million months pregnant with Elise, trying to look like I'm "awakening" or "realizing" or something like that (I can't remember).
I'm really not sure what I think of it O_o Ananda and Aaron give neutral reviews.
