I've got a 5-page paper I need to write, create an eye-catching poster board, and then ready myself for a mini presentation in front of the class for school. I am over a week behind at work. I am crossing my fingers and toes and anything else that will comfortably cross that my June 18th divorce hearing will not only stay as scheduled but go off without a hitch. I am gritting my teeth hoping that the husband I am crossing everything for so that the divorce on June 18th happens will mow the lawn and allow potential buyers into the house so that it can be viewed and sold. A couple of weeks ago I had to take $10K out of my IRA to save it from foreclosure because my hopefully ex as of June 18th has decided that even though he is the only one living in the house he shouldn't have to help pay the mortgage. I am living with my mother who never stops creating sound. She is either humming, singing, or talking and not necessarily to anyone in particular or for any reason. You know those dog owners that silence their dogs from barking? Yes, I do appreciate all she has done for me so don't get your feathers all flustered. My mother has also given me multiple opportunities to learn how to politely yet firmly set and reset boundaries that keep getting crossed. At first I wasn't so polite. Hopefully I am better at ti now. I have decided I have to figure out my finances to see if I can safely move out. As a matter of fact as I am writing this she is talking to me. A week ago my son-in-law was shot and murdered by a woman off of her meds. Now my daughter, at 29, is a widow with a 2.5 year old.
I am getting over a yeast infection (TMI?) and have been battling hives ever since I got the news about my son-in-law. My body is talking to me. Well, I think it is yelling at me. I've got too much stress. I do walk as often as possible. At least 3 times a week. I have a fantastic boyfriend that does what he can to help me take it down a notch whether it is affection or just talking me off the ledge. At the age of 51 I never thought I would be using the word "boyfriend" to describe a part of my life.
Stress sneaks up on me. This time it was in the middle of the night and that is why I woke up with hives. My brain stays awake while my body sleeps. Hold on. I have to take a scratch break.
Ok, I'm back. I normally try to wrap these up somehow. Draw a conclusion. Say something humorous. I don't have any answers and that is why I'm writing. So.......I'll see you soon.
P.S. My mother is still talking.
Mothers do this often....talk too much, give too much advice....it just seems we can't help it! Everytime my son goes to a Third World Country, he gets the "mother's list" of what to avoid....I get it all out at once! :)))
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