Saturday, February 09, 2008
Would I do this?
My camera's still being repaired but my best friend Emily took this, it's her grandson-son...something many mamas find themselves raising...like me.
Got 100 square feet of taters planted, three kinds of lettuce, and a long row of sugar snap snow peas and weeded a bed that's ready for strawberries to be planted. I'm gonna rip out the old beds as they're good and spent, time for a change and I hauled and dumped enough woodchips to rid myself of my frustration over my lawbreakers.
I'm not irked anymore, they gotta deal with their own consequences and take their lumps. Learn the hard way folks, I'm not guilty of not warning y'all knuckleheaded children of mine. Jeepers.
Edgar took Fabian today to give me some breathing room, Mayra went to Atlanta with Carolina and family, and Lily's over at her friend's house, leaving me with some fairly quiet kids.
Jack and CW are glued to Solar Storm on the Discovery Channel, Jonathan and Paloma are out on the rope swing while Little Miss Smarty Pants who'll turn 13 in 48 hours is prancing around on the trampoline. But she sure ain't wearing mascara.
A warm day so a bunch of Bubbas went down to the big creek to play, I wouldn't let Tabby go and she threw a world class fit in my garden, slinging dirt, snot, tears and spit resulting in a muddy mess. I was thinking of Linda Up North's post about ignoring her rager and I just kept on turning soil with my spading fork and singing some dumb advertisement that was dancing around in my head about Alka-Selter - the "pop, pop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is."
Dee had asked me to post more about what we eat and I'll try to do so. Tonight I cooked eight pounds of whole wheat curly noodles and slopped 24 cans of tuna fish in it with mayonnaise and Grey Poupon mustard, mixed it all up. They love it. I was full from a yogurt, wheat bran, protein powder and frozen raspberries smoothie - I drank two quarts of it - no wonder I'm stuffed.
Sarah blogged today.
Yet another jailbird son of mine, Joey, just called to tell me he'd gotten another month of time for bad behavior. Who didn't see that coming? I probably haven't mentioned this as I'm not thrilled but he's making me a grandma again in May. No comment. OK, I gotta smart off - what was that girl thinking? An unemployed, lawbreaking, raging, full of mental health diagnoses guy was appealing to her?
A sweet reader just emailed me that she felt like this blog, and other realistic ones were her lifeline. She stated, "you are making a difference, especially when you tell the messy truth. In some ways I wish I had found your blogs before we took the plunge, but in some ways I am glad I only found them in my desperate search for answers after the fact."
If I'd have known all this before I adopted...would I have adopted these darlings?
Yeah I would. I may not be very happy with some of my young'uns at times, but I do still feel called to do this, to be where I am with the kids I'm with.