May I Start To Relax

Apparently central casting was notified and ordered to send over very handsome folks for our new counseling venture for Jonathan, a team of very certified professionals that are both insightful and relatable, the one yesterday having OTP credentials as well, during a time of challenge for that specific program that I remember well.

I'd just told the new dazzling guy that our family was in a pretty good emotional place, thanks to Abilify and Lithium, that I'd not needed either deputies nor bouncers for quite some time. I'd no sooner shut the door and watched the guy drive away when a fight broke out in the kitchen. Tony'd provoked Allen into an impressive rage, Tony landing on the laundry table yanked me out of my reveries in which I'd found myself, daydreaming about a life of peace and tranquility.

First one there, I threw myself between the two combatants and wrestled Tony's stocky self to his bedroom, isolated for the rest of the evening, Chuy'd quickly materialized as backup.

Later checking up on my children's Facebook activities I'd seen a very ugly physical threat to Chuy by some of the very same kids I'd forbidden him to hang out with for these exact same reasons. Chuy'd responded quietly and without the onslaught of ugly cuss words, but this other kid was certainly living up to his thug reputation, giving me an excellent opportunity to again explain to Chuy that was exactly my objection to this kid.

Chuy, called an oreo by this wannabe, explained in writing that this wasn't a ghetto and that this stupidity was unnecessary. The other kid retaliating that Chuy had to live with the Bodies, not comprehending that Chuy is a Bodie and has a mom who cares enough to set rules and boundaries, fortunately Chuy became bored and totally unthreatened, walking off from the attempted cyber bullying.

Here I gratefully sit, with extremely beneficial rainfall, still no autumn frost, still picking produce and for the first time in my gardening history ever...I've received a 2010 seed catalog before I've even ended my summer production.

Allen later asking me to cook him some pan popped popcorn.

"After that fight?" I'd asked him incredulously, "You want me to reward you?"

"Sorry, Mom, it was a blind rage, you know how badly Tony provokes everyone."

Yep, that's true, he does provoke everyone. This is also insightful of Allen, yet he still needs to learn to respond without violence. All I see though is shades of improvement, and, for that, I'm happy.

Oh Dear Lord, please tell me this is a sign of changing times for me as a human being. Please tell me it's an indicator of lessening stress and some long waited for blessings?