Recuperating

You wouldn't think you would need days (weeks if it was possible), to recuperate from having family and friends over, but you do. First of all we all got sick the very next day; raw throats, sniffely noses, bad headaches, that kind of fun stuff. It's especially fun when the little children are all suffering because they tend to really let you know the depth of their pain, and they tend not to sleep which means that the thing you need most to recuperate (sleep) is not in abundance either, yet somehow we are managing.

I took a step on that path of hope yesterday. A step in a direction I thought I couldn't go any longer. It has been such a long time since I have felt that I could breath in the air around me, that I have felt a sense of freedom. I think I am discovering that these prison bars I have erected around me can be taken down, that I can reach a point of true freedom and be the woman I so desperately want to be.

On a family note, Frances can now reach the piano keys so she loves to innundate us with her special variety of music. Jessica has been enjoying her paint by numbers kit that Diana gave her, and Elizabeth is her usual quirky self. She is talking more and more in sentences instead of short phrases and trying to learn to do more and more by herself. Her independance is beginning to come out; of course so has her firey temper and defiance of her parents. Gil is trying desperately to catch up on work, and I am trying to keep the house at the level of cleanliness it presently is in. In about two weeks I will have help because my lovely and beautiful niece Rose will be coming to live with us to help out and to start her own new life. The kids love her so they are all very excited and I am too. It's nice to have yung-uns around to help you feel more youthful.

Tomorrow we will venture to Burlington and Cambridge to visit friends and family. Another busy day I am sure, but it is thanksgiving after all.