So, I've really been working at changing my schedule the last couple of weeks. Pt was first thing in the morning when I was in the military...and not that I'm working out for an hour and running a few miles when I first get up. I don't even like running. But it (exercise) is the first thing I do at least 5 days a week. Of course, I'd rather be doing it it, but I haven't found anyone that can keep up with me. (Some of them talk a good game, but when it comes down to it, they never deliver.)
My youngest's best friend invited her skiing tomorrow. Then she asks if I can drop them off and pick them up. Well, alone time on a Friday evening is still alone time. And almost unheard of for me. (What I can't wait for is when they do this lock-in thing at their school.)
My best friend is waiting to go to court. She doesn't leave her house unless she has to, like for appointments. I think her parents even do her shopping for her. And as irrational as it may sound to others, I can really relate to how she's feeling. PTSD does funny things to people.
So, I'm looking at toys...fairly certain of what I'm getting but I'm still waiting to order...partly cause I want to make sure I don't get it when my oldest is here. It's bad enough that I'm certain the ups guy has an idea of what may be in the box. (Probably adds to why he thinks I'm such an adventure.) There's just some things I'd rather not have my daughter know.
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