Bringing you the weekend’s post in a combo entry only because I slept most of the day yesterday for my physical and mental health. I took today super easy, too. The anxiety of getting my mom home via an airline was crushing me. But I am so happy to report she is back in Illinois! I am praying she is healthy. She took a lot of precautions (sewed her own mask!) and flew in her own row with no one in front of or behind her. Harlan worked so hard all day to prepare his house for her….clean sheets and towels, spic and span. Welcome Home, Mom! We’ll be keeping a close eye on her as she quarantines but I’m feeling positive amd grateful.
Marc took super care of the kids. He used the leftovers from Thursday’s Italian beef to make an excellent veggie beef soup. He and Thad made pixel art on my laptop and made/played a homemade board game. Hart ran wild all weekend. I trimmed some more hair out of his eyes. At this age we took Thad to the barber shop for his first haircut. Hart has such beautiful red hair so I’m happy to keep it long. He is my last baby and I’m totally fine putting the growing up process in slow motion for now. We are keeping close tabs on our close friends and extended families. FaceTime is a godsend now more than ever.
Speaking of families, you may know that I am estranged from my father and have been for a few years now. It was my choice and I am grateful for it. We wish him no harm but it is in the best interest of my family to keep that boundary in place. Well, last night at around midnight I got a text from his wife. I groaned to Marc like “Ugh, what now?” Thankfully, it was a mostly benign and likely drunken check in. I decided to wait until this morning to respond politely. I included pics of the boys (they have never met our youngest) and never heard a word back. LOL, whatever man. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It was a relaxing weekend and I have my husband to thank for that. He took over and created the space that allowed me to rest. I’m feeling stronger and I’m ready to take on a new week. The news remains horrifying. Really can’t get started on Trump. He is a nightmare/moron/criminal/liar/sociopath on the loose. The main takeaway is there is still a lack of testing and now a shortage of PPE for our frontline healthcare workers. Hospital administrators have put out pleas to the DIY community to make homemade masks as they would be better than nothing. I looked around for materials and will bring up my sewing machine from the basement to see if I can contribute. A relief bill got jammed in the Senate sending futures plunging. I’d say that we’ll know more this week about the economic fall out. It is another layer of fear and uncertainty.
Sunday is my favorite night for my trashy tv. May not get to it because I think Marc and I are going to start a Netflix documentary called Tiger King. (I started and finished Cheer without him.) He also enjoys watching the late show comics and their Youtube posts. Laughter helps. So does rest so signing off until tomorrow.
The Mother Bever 