Eyes opened, eyes closed; eyes opened, eyes closed. This pattern repeated itself quite a few
times. Finally, upon the last “eyes opened”
segment, I also heard some noises coming from the kitchen: dog barks and other,
more human noises. I saw my girl child
standing by the stove and I noticed my boy child sitting by the Mac. I went back into my room and saw a note: “…and
I was wondering if I could go to Mikayla’s.”
I got back into bed, my abdomen hurting.
Minutes later the girl child presented me with an expertly- made omelet
and black coffee in my chipped blue Big Bend, Texas mug. The breakfast was delicious. I told
her I couldn’t drive anywhere (I had taken 2 tramadol), but if other arrangements
could be made, that was fine. I
discovered this morning that I had all sorts of little bug bites on my belly –
not something you look forward to seeing.
Sheets were just washed yesterday, but I’ll keep an eye open. Lordamighty - don't let it be tickliceflea things.
The deal between the boy and me was homework: it would
be caught up on this weekend. I was feeling floozier than a blonde after a bleach bath, but we gathered up
textbooks and necessary items and I began reading. I think what does the most harm (in my opinion
for my son) is the text isn’t
read. At least, I don’t think it is. “Back in my day,” we would read the text out-loud
in class. Oddly enough, I still retain
much of that information today – 25 (gag) years later. My voice was weak, it was not filled with the usual passion
which consumes my read-alouds, but he listened and we discussed the text and
additional aspects (ie, after reading the mangos were one of the exotic fruits
eaten in the Middle East, I showed him a clip of SNL’s “Mango” character. Ok, not smart, I know, but we really did
discuss aspects of the spread of Islam, etc. 
After a few hours, I was so tired I needed a rest, napping
for a bit. I had told Ethan earlier to
take out some meat and I would help him make a meatball, thus the lesson
commenced. I had entertained the idea of
going to the international mart in Rancho Cordova (glad I didn’t) and later
heading to Bed, Bath ‘n Beyond for spice shelves – also glad I didn’t do that. We ate a delicious dinner and I did a fine
job just sitting on the sofa and managed to watch a few things with Ethan and
Maggie(until she left). Initially we
began with Nature’s Honey Badger series, and we fell in love with the tenacity
of the creature. Annie, of course,
wouldn’t stop growling every time a hyena (or other creature which could kill
her in seconds) appeared ,except for the
honey badger. Apparently she isn’t
intimidated by them. I have shown this
dog the tv screen and it’s 2 dimensions so many times, but to no avail, she barks
every time. She’s a few eggs short of a
full dozen.
After Honey Badger
made his farewell, , Ethan discovered The Maze Runner, and after a bit of
intense “figgerin’”, I managed to hook us up to Amazon Instant, and we watched
that. Then we watched 2 more Nature shows on Netflix, River of No Return,
which brought to light just how much Ethan and I would love to backpack
somewhere…. Things make it difficult,
though (dogs, ability), still…maybe Kristo will teach us a few things. Then we watched Siberia’s Tigers, with host,
biologist Chris Morgan. Ethan was sleeping,
but I giggled nonstop at the prospect of sneaking in a box of Frosted Flakes to Chris’s stationed cameras and his reactions. Oh, I kill myself. This is more tv than I have watched since the
last time I did a Band of Brothers marathon.
We will finish up homework tomorrow. It was nice spending a stress-free day with
him. Things are shifting in him, I
think. There are realizations being made. There is nothing I value more than my relationship
with my two children. Maggie shows me
all the light and goodness while Ethan shows me meaning and depth(and often
they flip roles). What did I do to
deserve such humans in my life?
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