Hi guys - I did mostly nothing all last week but lie around and wallow. I didn't feel well, and I ate and napped my anxiety and head cold. I'm trying to get back on track this week. Well, as of Tuesday. Monday I didn't do much. Yesterday I spent several hours cleaning out toys and junk from the breakfast room, that has been DSS's playroom for the 11 years we've been in the house. I gave him the opportunity the week he was with us in June to find anything he wanted to keep, and told him last weekend that anything I deemed not touched in this calendar year was going as I was going to have it cleaned out by 7/31 and anything remaining had to go in his room. He was a little taken aback by this, but still didn't want to look through things. SO. I cleaned out broken, gave away a lot, set more for donation pending hearing back from a cousin who just adopted three foster kids, and saved a few things I know he wants but is refusing to look at for some reason. Cleaned out similar aged toys from his room, gave his old toybox, three bags of clothes, and more toys to a neighbor. Put out a lot of trash, that I hope they actually pick up. I felt pretty accomplished. I'm going to try to ride that wave for a little while. I've had a rough few weeks. I've had some trouble in a long term friendship and now we aren't interacting anymore, that has made me sad. Etc. Always a reason to not do the right thing. I'm setting a goal to work on figuring out what I need to be happy with myself. And, I may get my wedding rings resized, as they haven't fit well in two years, and not at all for six months. Is that failure, or is that allowing me to move on and find my place?
to everyone, I'll read back today and catch up on everything.