Coffee.

Forgot to say! The Girl and I are being interviewed today by Mike and Alanna of Going The Distance, for an online documentary project. They're driving around the UK (on this trip - they've done the US before) interviewing couples about what makes a strong relationship. We laughed when a mutual friend suggested us, but hopefully we'll be a good addition to the project!

Seska, that is awesome.

~ma and hugs to everyone who needs them this morning.

I have G at my house today, then later I have to go to see the hematologist. Yesterday was the weight center meeting, which was eh, but will hopefully lead to meeting up with a helpful nutritionist.

Seska, I do hope the disability-weird vibe you get from your colleagues dissipates after they have a chance to get used to seeing you in action, and also get acquainted with you.

sj, I hope it goes well.

Thanks, WS.

In cute toddler news G is currently walking around my apartment saying, "TV, we have a TV at my house. Microwave, we have a microwave at our house." for just about everything in the apartment.

After my catch up I now want to take a bath.

{{Zenkitty}} I hope you find a way to stay close without being drawn into the undesirable drama.

Very cool news, Seska.

sj, I hope today's visit leads to solutions.

Lazy day here. I am still home in jammies. Normally at work hours ago, but couldn't make it happen. I drove Bobby to school and saw a most lovely sunrise, but came home and promptly fell asleep on the couch. I made instant! coffee, now that is really lazy, and also gross btw. And had a cup of dry granola to hopefully give a boost of caffeine and sugar. Need to get my butt in the shower.

Could be emotional exhaustion from parenting. Short version of ongoing B drama. Big blowup on kid's 19th birthday. He wanted to take the van to go party with all his old friends. This meaning 50 miles or so on I-95 and a bunch of running from one place to another at night. This after already wrecking 3 of my vehicles on neighborhood streets. I refused. He pounded the dashboard of my car breaking the vent and stormed out at an intersection. Didn't hear from him for a week, then of course when his bank account is at $.13 he writes an email that he was wrong, wants to come home. I responded that my issue was constantly being told I was forcing him to live in a shit hole. So, requesting he instantly turns about 30. I know he doesn't get it, but I would love to have him as well as peace and harmony in my home. It would seem I only get to have one and that means he needs to find another place to sulk. He has at least 10 homes of immediate family members as options so not quite as abandoned as his sorry ass acts.

Ok, maybe not such a short version. Wake up remedies kicking in. Time to shower.

{{{Laura}}}

{{Laura}} Oh, my, sending a healthy dose of maturity~ma to B. I remember some of those blow-ups with my daughter at that age, they are so taxing. I think you deserve a couple days of indoor pants to recuperate!

{{{Laura}}} I hope he gets it sooner, rather than later.

((Laura)) Best wishes that he gets it.

{{Laura}}