Out of Sorts

Last week was hard. Hubby and I made the decision to drop OC from our insurance. It feels like I’m failing as a parent or that I’m a bad parent because I’ve taken that last safety net away. Knowing he doesn’t want it doesn’t change how I feel about it. We decided that we could not give him another opportunity to carelessly or thoughtlessly harm us or the other kids and he could very easily do so as long as he was covered under our plan. Continue reading “Out of Sorts”

Playing

I’ve been playing around with the camera on my phone. My last phone took horrible pictures, so I very rarely used it. I was floored by the quality I was getting when I got a new phone last year (Galaxy S7), but I never took the time to try and push its capabilities. I learned early on that if I zoomed in, I lost a lot of that quality so I just assumed that was universal. It doesn’t appear to work like that, though. Continue reading “Playing”

Storm Front

Today is a tough day for me emotionally. Back when OC left, Hubby and I struggled a lot with what was okay to do for him if he needed it and what we just could no longer provide. There was no doubt in our minds that it wasn’t very likely that he would ever ask, but it was something we needed to be prepared for anyway. Continue reading “Storm Front”

Somewhere Else

My day started off fine and I got a lot done with a few errands, but it started to fall apart when I went to paint the trellises I’m supposed to be putting between a few of the bushes Hubby and I got planted over the weekend. Two cans of spray paint later and I have one half of one trellis painted with another half and three whole ones left. So, spray paint is out and I’m going to have to go another route.

Between that, the news, and the horrid fumes that are now permeating my entire house even though I have windows open, I just want to be somewhere else for a while. A beach would be nice, though even those aren’t looking so appealing at the moment with the weather off of Florida. For those in the area, be safe.

Instead of a beach, I’m going to go bury my head in a book for a while. Something I wasn’t able to do this weekend because we decided planting 13 trees was a good idea. It is gorgeous, but I’m so sore and tired. I’d hoped to get the trellises done, but that will have to wait for another day. Today, I’m going to find some fresh air that isn’t tainted by paint fumes.