sleepless in RM

Not hurting particularly, just can’t sleep.

Last time I couldn’t sleep, I was worrying over not having the money to get Steve here. This time I’m worrying over what to do with G. shit. 4am is early. Rolling around inside my head are (my) student loans and how I think we have to go get G an ID. He can’t drive yet, and his Student ID is about to expire. He won’t leave the house and barely leaves his room. This is not bad parenting or bad kid. This is Aspergers. He did agree to go to the library with me so that’s a start. I want to send him off to college nearer to home than Indiana. Here are my thoughts…

He’s planning on going in the winter/spring session. We get him an ID and head to the unemployment office. He needs to see what is available in this area. He can start looking for a first job. Hardee’s, waiting tables, lawncare helper, whatever, just to get a feel for working. We pick up a driver’s manual so he can read it and study for his permit. We take the city bus a time or two so he sees what that is like. I need to figure out how to set up a first time resume, too. I’m gonna take him to the community college, too, so he can look at what they have to offer to get him started.

I am so sorry I don’t know how to do the set-up for a serious college experience. He qualifies for about 15K in financial aid and will need the rest in loans. I don’t know how to set those up either. Now I know why my family had so many barbers and beauticians in it over the generations.  And this concludes the morning matinee in my head 🙂

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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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