Went out to lunch with 3rd son today, and am always flattered by the kids wanting to spend time with me. We went to an Indie sort of place nearby. I had chicken salad (with walnuts and grapes) on a croissant and a mug of English breakfast, and son had a fancy breakfast plate and a milky mug of chai. Beautiful! It was almost too pretty to drink.
Anyway, we had a wonderful conversation, which we always do. He's our son who's most like his dad, so being with him is a bit like being with my husband 30 years ago. What a bonus, eh? And he was an encouragement to me, saying that none of them (the kids) have grown up to be idiots, so that I can slack off with the teaching and lessen my personal pressure without feeling like I'm letting anyone down. It helped to hear this, especially when I've been in such a guilt-mode.
So I just got together with youngest son to give him some assignments for the rest of the week, and will do the same with the girls later on this afternoon. First we have to go pick up 4th son and stop off to pick up some books (chick-lit sort of reading) on hold at the library. Always lots to do.
But, giving myself the rest of the week off has already helped me feel as if I can exhale. It's like I'm holding my breath almost all the time. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Tense and anxious, and that can't be good for me.
Feeling like I can breath now and looking forward to making Moussaka for dinner. Found a recipe for it in my Greek cookbook. Gary gave me a look last night when he asked what's for dinner tonight. He then asked if it had meat. He's so basic. Not a frilly guy at ALL. Meat and potatoes is all he wants, and throw in some homemade spaghetti and he's happy. Yeah, I'm thankful. He really never puts on the pressure.
Must go now. Again, thanks for the blog loving. I appreciate you all so much. :)
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