June Bug

I'm having a late dinner - a bologna sandwich (on white bread with mustard, natch), a banana and a big glass of skim milk. I know, I know - I won't be asked to guest judge on "Top Chef" any time soon. So sue me. At the end of the day, I'm a simple creature.

The reason I'm having a late dinner is due to the fact that I was swimming until after 9:30 tonight. I've long suspected that swimming regularly would be my super-duper anti-depressant, and it turns out that I was right. The water temperature had jumped enormously today, so it was truly like bathwater. I am so, so relaxed.

Being able to tap into this state of relaxation so readily is such a gift, because life continues to roll on with its laundry list of bullshit. Today Henry came home to tell me that his sister had been harangued on the school bus ride home by another child. I took care of the problem, and it's certainly not the end of the world. In fact, because of little things like this, our family grows closer - Henry feels good about his role in protecting his sister, and Xanthe feels loved and cherished by both of us. But dealing with it did give me a brief but stabbing pain over my left eye - one that disappeared the moment I got into the water.

This week is bound to be a slow but happy one, full of mundane chores like washing windows and spreading dirt. I'm hoping June brings many, many visits from our loved ones - we had our co-family over yesterday and it made me feel so at peace and grateful for everything we have. We introduced the kids to the joys of grilled hot dogs with cheese in them and baked brownies and basked in the sunshine and each others' company. It was beyond wonderful.

Aah, June. It's so great to see you, my friend.