August

I like to call it "Summer's Second Half" because the children here don't go back to school until September. It's been a hard week and a good week all rolled up together. A Swiss Cake Roll Kind of Week. 

 I can't remember Sunday...

On Monday I took the boys to the park and when they didn't know, I called my son Nate to see if he was anywhere nearby with his little people. I had to smile when I heard Idris shout, "Wesley!" because I could hear the smile in his excitement at seeing his cousin. 

Tuesday was rough. One of my grands had a major meltdown. The child was totally out of control which left me feeling totally helpless... These events trigger an anger deep inside and eventually I was sobbing. We are working on solutions to help this child regain focus and learn to regulate emotions. This is hard. So hard.

My Wednesday morning Zoom meeting with my therapist came at exactly the right time. I was grateful to have someone to talk it out with. By Wednesday afternoon I was ready to meet my cousins at the park where we set up our pottery stand. It was a beautiful evening of passersby and music. When it was time to go home I found I'd left my car keys in the ignition with the AC fan turned on and my battery was completely drained. A kind gentleman helped me out by jumping my car and I was able to get home without incident.

I was thoroughly humiliated Thursday morning when Sergio informed me, with a slight smile in his voice, that my car was still running. I'd meant to leave it run for "ten minutes" after I returned home and had totally forgotten. (What a dork! LOL!!!) I was happy to find I still had enough gas in the tank to get to Bethany's for the day. The kids had a fabulous afternoon playing in the Rickety Tree House. After dinner I called my friend Cindy and was able to stop over and visit her for an hour. She is one of my forever, since we were babies, friends and is fighting an inoperable type of liver cancer. Oh, how I love her...

Today was hot and humid, especially after it rained. It was a good day to watch a movie. I was just making an afternoon cup of coffee when my phone rang and I heard a distressed son on the other end of the line. He'd had a bicycle accident on his way to work a few hours earlier and his foot was in terrible pain, so much that he thought it might be broken. I packed the boys, Idris and Killian, into the car and we took off to find Uncle Joe and take him to Urgent Care. The foot is not broken, but badly sprained. He is greatly relieved but still in much pain. That pair of crutches he has standing in a corner of his apartment are coming in handy.