quiet.

on many levels.

ahhhhhhh .... the house to start with. S is at an overnight conference. the kidlets are snoozin' safely in their warm and comfy beds, and the two 4 legged creatures are snoozing on theri warm bed behind me.

me. I'm quiet after days of unrest within. It seems that it passed. The uglies. The anxious internal organs that clearly had made some bad decision to be recognized. ( and F, my Netherlands friend ... oh, dahling, you have no idea how delicious it would be to have coffee, and chill with you ... and then have the wine, of course .... that made me want to just get a pot on, and also uncork the bottle, and call you up to 'come on over' :o)

duties. I have completed the work for the night, and am able to power down the laptop. quiet laptop after an evening of catch up work while the man was away.

I am feeling so much better. Back to me. I looked in the mirror and actually remembered that face of mine. She smiled back at me, instead of growled, and that was nice. It all passed, and no one got hurt. ;o)

Truthfully, there may have been a small, ever so teensy silver lining to that gap of time that I was posessed by the demons - I had some KILLER workouts. I was determined to feel better, and pushed myself to the limit. My heartrate was moving, and my sweat glands were open. That was a positive. That was good karma for the gym. Lifting was endorphine enducing, and cardio was energizing. So, perhaps, a small silver lining.

At any rate - I witnessed an unusual event tonight. Unusual in the sense it was not an event *I* had requested to take place.

C and K were creating some masterpieces at this fun family night crafting table at the small restaurant I took them to for dinner with their friend for a treat. While creating, there was a territory battle over the scissors (and why not, they didn't belong to either one of my kids - they were the restaurant's - clearly primed for WW7865432 ...) and they both had them in their hands, C being a smidge stronger, pulled and K received a small, but still painful to the ego as well as finger, cut on her hand. After I got the tears dried (and the trace of blood that accompanied it) C reached over with a downturned mouth (frown like) and grabbed K to hug her around her neck, and says in this really sweet, really soft voice "I am so sorry K, I really didn't mean that, I know that hurts, we can get the bandaid at home together, k?"

:o)

She, as always, tells him "that's okay, I know it was an accident". And life resumed to creating aforementioned masterpieces.

Although sad that the scissor battle had happened at all, I was able to see through that and be really proud of the way he handled the apology. They did not have another negative thing to say through the night, nor was there even the slightest bicker, battle, or bossing around all the way to bedtime. It was as if they knew to be kind and gentle to one another. That was nice.

Really nice.

So, the peace and calm of the afternoon, and evening led to the quiet of the night. Now it's snoozin' time for me, too .... and the quiet will be delicious!