Why is it more dangerous to be a woman than it is to be a man? And why have I never, in my whole life, questioned why this seems like an inalienable truth in the world?
Had sewer work being done most of the day, plenty of noise and no water. Thankfully it’s done and no more backup.
I think I’m pretty much done clearing the old house. Going to do a final sweep this weekend.
Good grief I had no idea just how much crap we accumulated in 20 years 😱
Signed the papers on the new place today so tomorrow is moving day.
This is a time when I should be thankful for being on antidepressants and anxiety medications but in some ways I also resent them… There is a deep desire to completely break down so I could release all of this darkness swirling in my mind.
I had hoped for a quiet, productive day though I knew such was virtually impossible with all three children at home for the holiday break. First thing this morning my oldest got sick and passed out. Later he insisted on trying to eat a muffin which he promptly threw up all over the kitchen table, himself, and the floor… need I mention I am a sympathy puker?
So I had that to clean up, along with clothing, plus laundry I already had to do, plus dishes and various chores… oh, and I had a laptop to clean up and reinstall Windows, (which I am still working on).
So, over all a day I will be happy to forget!