The almost 13 year old has been a holy terror for the last two days. What's that saying? "These are the times that try men's souls." Well, let me tell you that these are the times that try a mother's soul. Both mothers. How is it possible for a human to love another human so much and yet have this almost overwhelming urge to strangle said human?
Thankfully, the moment passed. Everyone over here is still living and is intact.
My oldest celebrated his birthday yesterday. And as is custom, I get a little nod for all of the work I did on that day, his birthday, 15 years ago. 72 hours at home. 8 more hours of labor at the hospital and finally a C-section. He was born not breathing and had to be resuscitated. His umbilical cord was tied in a knot and had they asked me I could have told them it was probably braided given how active he was in the womb. Hell, he punted a coffee mug off my belly one Sunday morning while I was in bed reading the Sunday paper. A heavy back-beat would almost always set him off to0. Still does. He likes music to this day especially Celtic and new age. Go figure THAT one.
They're good kids. They have unique personalities and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I moved the MG back out from under the carport with no top on so perhaps we'll get rain in the next few days.
