Retrieving a piece of ham, "Operation" style
I had a very direct conversation with Tommy this am after listening to some helpful podcasts and taking some high level notes. I laid out some very clear expectations and I am 100% ready to follow through with significant immediate and irreversable consequences. He's 18, and adult, and responsible for himself and the outcome of his actions and treatment of others. And i'm done fucking around and trying to ignore it as if that makes it stop. I'm just cutting it off and ready to cut him out if need be, it's not ok or excusable or defensible or justifed or right in any manner. Jen and I hit Panorama again, and he was there and tried to poke the situaiton again but i refused to engage further and restarted my expectations of his action and behavior. He's avoiding me at this point and i'm fine with that because I fully expect this is only going to get harder, but so is my heart. Jen and I worked through 1/2 of the garage, brought down the antique desk from the rafters and while she and Lauren cleared out the American Girls stuff I got the back wall of the garage moved around so it can be used to stack bins and boxes as we work through what stays, goes, or gets tossed. So much is getting tossed. It's so hard but it's not realistic to think i can manage the level of giveaway items while trying to clean and clear in parallel. I did manage to put out and post CL ads giving away coffee makers and backpacks and other assorted items but even that's a time suck in an otherwise busy day. Jen made "Butter Chicken" for us. Lauren and I went to see her mom, and she was in a bad state. It was hard for me to witness and I thought it would be hard for Lauren too but she did not let it show if it was. Linda was snoring loudly, her eyes were wide open the entire time and her face was twitching too. I made a point of staying longer in the hopes of getting her to calm down. She did slightly but it was still very sad and upsetting. I feared it might begin to become more traumatic and this feels like the start of what could be the worst of the worst. We ended the night with a spontanious visit to Jon and Cheryl for some wine and cheese and conversation. We took Scottie and it was a welcome reprieve from the stress of the day.
📊 seven-day averages: ⚖️ 159.5 lbs,❤️ 62.9 bpm, 👣 6354.9 steps, 🧘🏼18 min, 🛌 5h:40m
📊 seven-day averages: ⚖️ 159.5 lbs,❤️ 62.9 bpm, 👣 6354.9 steps, 🧘🏼18 min, 🛌 5h:40m