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I need to do some major life changes. My life is so stressful right now and I'm tired of living this way. Granted, I'd be crazy to not be stressed considering all that has gone on in the last 3 months: During the summer we traveled from Michigan to Mississippi, back up to Michigan, then to Kentucky. We then packed up our entire house and moved to Michigan.
When we arrived in Michigan, we were living in a 700sqf. duplex that was nice enough, but not nearly big enough. But the main problem was that the landlord was totally unresponsive. We decided to move and our dream house opened up! We love our new house, so that is great!
Anyway, Kai and Autumn got lice. That equaled 7 loads of laundry/day for too many days to count, vacuuming, picking nits....dreams of lice chasing me.
Before we left Kentucky, Kai contracted lyme disease. He had to be treated for that.
And all through this time my dad, who is an active addict, has been missing. He has hep C, diabetes, and cirrhosis of the liver. It's been stressful wondering where he is/how he is/if he's even alive.
During all of this I've also had to deal with fibromyalgia and hypothyroidism. Plus dh started a new job and has a book under contract that is supposed to be done by February!
Anyway, we're here and I think we're actually settling down. This is a great town and we already have great friends. It's pretty amazing. We love our house. Autumn's school is wonderful. It's time to start living instead of reacting.
I will post my goals later. I know what I need to do to get there. So the first 3 steps that I need to do:
1-Go to bed by 11:00 EVERY night! Not 2am!
2-Start the diet the doctor prescribed to help w/fibromyalgia.
3-Line up babysitting to give myself much needed time.
My 93 year old Grandpa is dying right now. My ex-never-step-mother called to let me knkow that the nursing home told her she better get down there before it's too late. He's in Kansas. I'm in Michigan. He isn't my real Grandpa, but he was as close as it gets. He always wore these funky tan jumpsuits. His nickname is Bug. He used to pick me up from highschool in his huge orange and white pickup complete w/bullhorn attached. He would pull up and say over the bullhorn, "Christy (lastname) you're Grandpa's here to pick you up!" It was MORE than embarrassing, but I love him for it! He took me to doctor's appointments. He was the one who took me to get my first pair of contacts and the first person I actually saw with them on! We would go to NuWay and get a NuWay burger together and sit and chat about anything and everything.
He had pictures of family all over his room. Once I asked him who this little boy was. He told me that he couldn't tell me b/c it was a secret and he didn't want to hurt the person who promised him not to tell. This is one of the first times in my life that I actually respeced an adult.
And after all of that, I didn't know how much he loved me. He had his own biological grandkids that I thought occupied all of his love. Two and a half years ago, I got to see him. I was so excited. I walked into his nursing room and he sat up and said, "As I live and breath! Am I seeing things!" He had a little bookshelf next to his bed. On it there was a cross, rosary beads, and.....a picture of me. I started crying.
He is a great man. I hope that his passing into the next world is as painless as possible.
I love you Grandpa Al.
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