Salutations! It is morning here, the sun just began to peak through my windows. It was warm all night to the point of sweating under my blankets.
Yesterday, under the impression of having been cured out, we went to town for some groceries and water. Hydration is important at all points in life, but especially when trying to heal your system.
Daniel talked us into some soaking to get clean and kill off the bacteria, so we headed to the Indian Bath House. I’ve got to say that I usually don’t mind bad reviews on google and will test it out for myself, especially if it’s something local or run by a minority, I feel my experience with it and a good review may help them out in some way, but those reviews are more than appropriate. The person in the office was very rude telling me they don’t allow children in. I asked him why and he told me “because the pool is 3′ deep!” I about lost it. Are you kidding? Ya think I’m gonna leave my kids unattended to where they’d drown in THREE feet of water? Give me a break. I gotta admit that my temper was flared by Atreyu crying into my ear and my own health having been taxed lately.
However, there are aplethora of Hot Springs in this town. I called around, specifically to the Charles. Guys, if you come to T or C, I highly suggest patronizing this lovely hotel. It looks a little worn, but the veranda and porch are bright and colorful, full of flowers and greenery. Kids under the age of 8 swim for free. We got the rooftop terrace with a hottub filled by a large PVC pipe straight from the ground. Daniel paid $20 for us to get in. We had the tub all to ourselves and the kids really enjoyed it forr a little while, but Atreyu started whining towards the end.
Once we’d loaded up into the bus, he was already hurting so bad in his throat, Daniel brought us some losenges. but by that time it had moved to his ear. He was so miserable, I considered him relapsed.
Obviously, the days where we are convalescing, are the days the most people ask for my attention. Not just via messages, but asking me to visit. I REALLY appreciate people wanting my company, and I’m generally more than obliged to deliver, but my ailing children take priority. By far.
I tucked Atreyu into his bed and Galixy into the play area. We had an early night.
Now that I’m busy, both the kids are consistently obnoxiously asking for attention. Intermittently the cat jumps on my keyboard or phone, and so this lovely session of writing has already turned into a stressful endeavor. I want to be there for them, always. But honestly, I need some quiet time occasionally! even if it’s just a half hour during the morning. I’m not a morning person so it’d be the most beneficial time for me to collect myself. My friend says we arre to take at least two hours, two times a week minimum for ourselves, giving kid(s) to somebody else. I laughed when she told me this. 5 years and I haven’t managed to take five minutes a week. No wonder I’m going insane with their demands. I would much cherish even one hour at some point, for me to disappear and not worry about anything. Gawd, I feel like crying thinking about it.
I recently got an offer from a new friend that her boyfriend would watch our kids while we go out to have a beer and people watch. I gotta get back to her and take her up on that offer. I may not know this guy, but I’ll trust him for a couple of hours, especially with her daughter there at the same time.
36 hours without nicotine.
I wanted to touch on some things, butI don’t think it connects here. I guess I’ll make a note on my notepad.
I’m feeling considerably better. a cup of soup-cube at night helped. Atreyu was just writing words that made little sense, but he knew the letters he was using, and the concept of words. We’ll be going over the difference between WANT and NEED. We spoke about my looking out for his Needs even when he gets stuck in his wants. Maybe we’ll be able to communicate better and work together in the future instead of continueing on this oppositioning current I’ve been swimming against the last while. I can only hope for the best. That the boys will be well sooner than later.
Loving you
Matilda the Bugus 