Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yes, I'm still alive, but my baby grandson is sapping my strength.  He's six months now, and crawls like crazy, sits up, and has definite opinions.  By the time the little darling is picked up, and I rush to  make one of my twenty minute dinners (lots of salads and stir frys), I am fit only to watch "Castle", possibly take a shower to eradicate the baby poop and drool, and read in bed for the thirty minutes until I conk out.  Baby 1, Grandma 0.  Luckily, he's quite endearing.  But the last two weekends I've been away, first for my 4 year old grandson's birthday extravaganza, then to visit my older daughter for her birthday.  I had to go to Trader Joe's in desperation Monday night among the hordes to buy food.  I am exhausted and totally behind in cleaning, cards, presents, emails, texts, you name it.
My friend texted me today to see if a catastrophe had befallen me, but thank goodness, it's just my elderly body unable to keep up with twenty pounds of dynamite baby.  Every day I'm amazed I'm still standing.  It has made me fitter, and leaner.  Who has time to eat?  This coming weekend I actually have some breathing room, and plan to catch up with my list.  And go to a friend's piano recital and accompany the almost three year old grandson to a pumpkin patch.  Oh dear, I'm tired already!