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the morning started off bad. well, let's go back farther. tigerlily was a restless sleeper. and i was not about to be outdone.
i just laid in bed feeling the newest kick wildly inside me. valandil thinks it is a boy, so we will refer to him as such until we know otherwise.
so, as i lay there, staring at the ceiling, praying for God to do some of his great handiwork and turn me into a patient and understanding mom and wishing that i hadn't left the bread dough in the bread machine, little ponto, sleeping in the twin bed in our sitting room, starts to moan. he won't respond to whispered questions so i go over to his bedside. i find out that he is suffering leg cramps in his hamstrings. i surmise that it's probably from a lethal combination of a) not enough water taken, b) not enough rest taken-i.e. "no nap", and c) running around with posco sandybanks, minto, and orgulas all day- finding honeysuckles and such.
i hope he doesn't have the same ailment as rosie-posie, my little sister. she slept on the top bunk and i, the bottom. often i would hear her load cries of pain. she would wake a few times monthly because of nocturnal leg cramps and my ever devoted older sister, lila would massage and cajole her.
so, that's what i did. i went to the bathroom and got the "go-to" muscle cream that i love the most!! tigerbalm. i massaged his tight hammys and stretched them against all his threats. i had to move him to the guest room bc his cries were keeping valandil awake. i laid down with him in the guest room and he was soon asleep, while i stayed awake listening to the insane ceiling fan in minto and orgulas' room. i ended up turning it off so i could finally get some much needed rest.
ponto woke once more and i answered with more massage and pleadings for slow breath.
so here i am. at the computer on a dewy morning, little tigerliliy piling dvd boxes up in my lap until it almost touches my chin. i need to get outside and water the garden...
email orgulas' teeball coach...
write the check for the mortgage...
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