Rest.
A busy day taking oldest daughter to the ophthamologist after failed appointments with 3 different optometrists. Now, she's finally getting the help she needs. And today one son had all four of his wisdom teeth pulled. I didn't sleep well, and figure it was anxiety over their busy lives. This particular son moved out in February, and I miss not being able to fuss over him. His significant other took him to his doctor's appointment. And that's all I'll say about that. He came over on Saturday with a Mother's Day gift for me (he keeps me supplied with Infusium hair conditioner) and visited for two hours. Wonderful. I have to weigh his lifestyle choices in such a way that I still show a deep love for him. And I do. I love him to bits. That'll never change. Gary's having a harder time. He still adores this son, but he struggles more than I do with the homosexuality. Why, I have no clue. Maybe it's a mothering thing.
My goodness. I cry at the drop of a hat.
Interesting, but fatigue can come over us in ways we don't expect. Yes, I was concerned over their appointments, but when I stop a moment and think over my boys, the concern expands. I involuntarily go down that path all the time. Have to watch myself that I pay proper attention to the ones who I still manage here at home.
So, after this day, we rest tomorrow. Mom is all fixed up as well. We did her shopping and deep-cleaned her house in anticipation for one of my brothers to spend Thursday night with one of his sons.
I'll garden tomorrow, putter in the house, read more of the book on my Kindle, an Elizabeth von Arnim called The Pastor's Wife, that I'm enjoying very much. Probably got it free at Girlebooks.com. They have an excellent selection of older books to download, some free, and others for a very reasonable price.
Not going to tote any worries tomorrow. Rest. Just rest and restoration.
