Also I've got grocery shopping to do for Sunday's meal which is an early Easter meal since second son will grill out on Easter. We'll have our traditional meal of Greek food for Palm Sunday and I've not bought the supplies yet (and am plum wore out from grocery shopping this week anyhow). Then will take three youngest to services Sat. night. Then will wait up for wandering children who will be full of their day, either those who'll be working or the Civil War revelers.
Sometimes I just want to turn off my brain. To have ONE day where nobody's jerking my chain. With food in the house, toilet paper in supply and milk in the fridge. Sloppy clothes and no demands. Maybe Sunday after services at St. James. Maybe. Won't be Monday since I take third son to a different tattoo parlor then. Gary still says, "Mom's got to get her honey bee in order for you to get your tattoo." This said to son (in a nicer voice than I make him sound), who's finally free to attempt this again. Honestly, I couldn't care less about the bee, but Gary's determined for me. It is on my bucket list, but that list is sorta short just now. My real bucket list goes something like this: Raise these eight kids to be responsible enough to go out on their own. That's my list. No jumping out of airplanes, going on a cruise, or learning a new foreign language. I'll be happy to just get these kids raised. Really.
And right this very minute I simply want some non-emotional space. No drama and a bit of quiet. Seems a lot to ask most of the time, well, unless I stay up until after midnight (as I'm doing now). Not real bright, huh?
