May stuff

Recording the process, you know? Fibromyalgia. Good stuff. Changes.

I’m managing to pack 3 boxes a day.  At this rate, I can leave GA in December. 🙂

We should get the HUD papers and a set amount for closing today. I hope it’s a low amount!

I flared really bad after Sara took pills. Stress. Tami took Sara off Facebook. They have finalized the adoption and I really don’t know whether I should leave her alone or keep popping in randomly. I have been thinking about writing her letters. Maybe that’s the best approach. I can’t give up my grand daughter.

The emotional part of things is pretty good with the excitement of the new house. I’m still missing the cues where my kids are concerned. I wish I was a mom who always remembered holidays and birthdays and special occassions. I’m not. I forget everything. EVERYTHING. This morning I can’t remember Isaac’s middle names. This week, I have to be on top of G’s graduation stuff which he hates being involved in. No help there. I need to get him dress clothes, slacks, shirt, tie, dress shoes. 19 yrs old and he’s not had them since he was 4. His baccalauret(sp) is this Saturday, then there are 3 practices and the final ceremony. He’s only doing it under duress. lol I am twisting his Aspie arm.

G has decided not to head to Indiana for Freshman year but to begin at the community college level then transfer. He’s worried about being able to handle it emotionally (his words) because he fights depression. His older ‘younger’ siblings think it’s a terrible idea and that we aren’t pushing him enough. I think as long as he continues school, V will agree with me. I have a kid who is emotionally young. I can’t send him STATES away from us when he can’t take care of himself. I think he needs a taste of working and college without a $48K price tag. If he manages it without problems, he can go next year. If he struggles and needs to rethink his plan, he’ll be less burdened. I’m not done protecting this chick. His Asperger’s is mild, but people who don’t live with it daily, don’t understand the ins and outs of it. 19 and he’s never developed a friendship. He’s never had a date. He can’t tie his shoes. I have to make him shower and care for his teeth. It’s hard to know what is best and where to push. The finances of this however, are huge. They could ruin his credit and affect his future because he has to have financial aid to go. He’s chosen a $200,000 career prep path. If he can do it with half that burden on his shoulders when he graduates, I think that’s wise. Anyway…

The day has begun so I’m done writing for today.

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About Green Jean Granny

I believe in and practice positive living with a bit of a barb it seems. I love YARN, music, reading, history, and gemstones. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its beliefs. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a (not so) quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a nondenominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in The Republic of Congo, married to the son of a preacher, with 3 spoiled dogs and and an add on (my daughter's pit bull lives here for a bit while she hikes the Appalachian Trail. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative disc disease and fibromyalgia. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and diabetes and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow going. Our 10 kitties were rehomed by rescue after his stroke.
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