Self Care And Much Needed Therapy

    

     I really should be in the bed.  Instead, I'm drinking the second of any beers I've had this week, even though I bought them days ago.  I just stood in the kitchen with the dog eating corn chowder out of a measuring cup and the sweet corn bread better than my own that Katie left out for me.

    I'm taking this time to write, to give myself some therapy, a moment to sit the hell down and quit running in circles.

    Last night the wind was blowing and I mean blowing, the camper is on asphalt and bounces quite a bit.  We slept in the bunk the other day when I went back to bed and that worked out well.  I crawled into the bottom bunk after putting the top bunk's mattress on it.  3 inch mattress has my hips bruised up like I've been sleeping on a jail house bunk.  It was cold, just like tonight.  Beaudreaux was under the covers at my feet, 2 blankets.  

    I was having anxiety at unfamilar noises, laying there worrying about things I shouldn't have and being so thankful.  That camper is mine!  In the midst of all my worry and listening, I heard my dog snoring.  He is my protector, he hears everything and in that moment I realized that:  I probably passed out the very next moment.

    I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off and we won't even talk about the keys fiasco, because they are so many and I have 2 vehicles.  It's been crazy.

    Katie keeps asking me if I'm going to be alright and this is the first time I've sat down like this in so long I can't even remember.  I haven't had a single day off since New Year's Day and we still have to get my son moved this weekend, when I have to work another Saturday night.  I'm not complaining, because I'm so thankful to have a job.  I will hit overtime after dinner tomorrow night and have a 8 to 10 hour shift on Saturday.

    Anyway, we're moving my house tomorrow, Terri is.  

    I have to babysit in the morning and work in the afternoon, I am Wonder Woman and having to prove it these days.

    I long for one day, just one, no obligations, no work, just the dog in me in our camper, with nothing to do in the day ahead of us.  

    I'll probably sleep.  LOL.

    There's so much more to tell you, but there just isn't the time right now.

    Next week Big hope Farms!