This has been the longest month ever and there are still two days left. I only really see my Craig every couple of days. Today, this morning, I saw him in bed. We agreed our bed is the most underused piece of furniture in our house. We discussed the children briefly. I do most of the talking because he just wants to, "Relax for once." I can totally understand that. He dreamed that the ambulance started bringing patients to our house. And people, lots of people, were dying. But, as he related, "not just dying, but like in Indiana Jones when their faces melt off." I commiserated because the night before, when it was only me sharing the bed with no one, I also had a fitful sleep. Except people weren't dying, I was just yelling at everyone, I think I even hit someone in the head with a camera. I'm just telling you this because I think I'm going to invest in a Therapist. Like, I'm going to hire a therapist to give me therapy. I told Craig this last night while we were looking at real estate in Seattle. His reply, "Just talk to me, I'm a doctor." That was funny. So, nearly every morning Lucy bounces into the room asking for a banana. When I groan (most likely due to a fitful night's sleep), she bounces out and returns with the whole bunch of bananas. I pick one off and peel it for her and send her back with the bunch. She is satisfied and it buys me a few more moments in our poor neglected bed. Until she's thirsty. Actually, Lucy has an insatiable appetite for OJ. It is all she drinks really. So we get the calcium fortified OJ. Last night I set the table for all of us. Craig was home so we were going to eat together. Seth saw the arrangement and exclaimed, "Is this a family dinner!!!" I thought, we need to do this more often. Then maybe I wouldn't need therapy. Or maybe not.
17-bean and barley soup with fruit salad and cream, bread and butter, and sparkling berry lemonade