Day 5 and still alive!

A facsimile of my late night companion.

It's day 5 of having everyone back in the house and I'm still alive! Barely. LOL It's been a long week of chauffeuring people here and there, picking up after people (yes, they help too) and just generally being a good (I like to think) Grandma.

We've had missed communications, late night rides, sobbing, heart wrenching tears, driving lessons, loud, happy video game sessions and heart to heart talks. And of course, that's not all. Having a house full of kids is very humbling. You really find out what kind of stuff you're made of (or capable of withstanding.)

I must add that you also find out that it's not so bad and that the house is much happier for it.

But, I digress....

Managed to get “run to the bathroom sick” last night from eating too much junk food. At least I think that's what happened. Not really sure. But I am chronically ill. I keep forgetting. And junk food and I just aren't a good match any more, whether the junk be vegan or not.

Anyway.... I got up this morning after a grand total of an hour and a half of sleep, to start all over again, beginning with running my daughter to work at 5 am while still nauseous and dizzy.

Today our new appliances will be delivered in a 4 hour window, with my Tia Wia needing a ride to work right smack in the middle of it. Thank goodness that Nayna is 18 now, so she can wait for the delivery guys if necessary.

Thank goodness for the grand-kids altogether, actually. Whatever would I do without them?

Well, I might get some sleep and some quiet for sure. But sleep and peace and quiet are highly overrated when compared to the absolute joy of late night giggling to cheer you up as you worship that porcelain god.

Man, I love these kids!