I'll See You on the Dark Side of the Moon

"Who let all this riff-raff into the room?"

I can't walk without tripping on something or someone. They scream, they yell - they run around endlessly in circles. My head hurts from the noise and I can't hear myself think. I wish I could go to the bathroom without someone following me in there. Getting them all in and out of the car is exhausting. I don't remember it being this hard before - I am getting too old for this. Kids, proof that theory and practical application are completely two different things altogether! The baby is teething again. We just barely survived the last four teeth. File this under interesting things of trivial note - Garrett's teeth are falling out almost as fast as Nathan's are coming in. Proof of entropy! I always said Garrett was going to be a physicist some day. He has always been my kid who lived the theory of equal and opposite reactions and maintaining balance in the universe (if I cleaned something up, he had to make an immediate and equal amount of mess). I should hang a sign outside our front door "Welcome to Chaos Theory".

"Comfortably Numb"

Wish I were. Today brings yet another fun and festive visit to the Physical Therapist for more stretching and strengthening of the afflicted limb. If I didn't hope to get another 40 years out of my foot and ankle, I might consider just letting it go . . . though, it being my driving foot is also cause for motivation. No kids, it is not time yet to take the keys away from mama.

Last visit, after being pulled into yet another improbable position, I let out a yelp. The therapist looked up "Oh, is that bad?" Yes, that is bad, very very very bad. Bad as evidenced by screams of pain and tears quickly coursing down ones face. Bad is also being out of Vicodin and Darvocet and anything more effective than Advil for pain while enduring torture sessions. At least I have ice - lots and lots of ice. So today I will go, grit my teeth and just focus on the bowling ball that one of their former therapy patients hot glued pennies all over during his convalescence and plot my escape. I bet if I look at the small print, the certificates on the wall will all say their therapists graduated summa cum laude from the Marquis de Sade Academy of Interrogation and Torture Practices.

Atomic Heart Mother

"Fat, Old Sun"

And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears
And if you sit don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling

(Pink Floyd, "Atomic Heart Mother" 1971)

They finally sleep. Sweet angel faces that make you wonder what all the fuss was about. Make me crazy? Sure, crazy in love with them. The frustrations of the day slip away - when my kids sleep, they really know how to sleep.

Now, if I could just get my van back . . .

Wish You Were Here