Good morning everyone! Nearing the end of the week, and I'm tired! Today I'm taking a break.
Monday I went on a walk, then the last two days I have been at the gym. Time to give this body a little break. Yesterday I snuck in to they gym to get my strength training done, then ended up hopping on the precor for some cardio. I wasn't really feeling it, so to speak, so I ended up hopping right back off after fifteen minutes. I decided I would spend the last of my fifteen minutes walking on the treadmill. After a couple minutes worth of walking I decided I would run. So I ran a mile, then changed my shoes and headed off to pick up Brayden from preschool. I don't think it is the gym in particular that has me so tired lately, it's more or less a combination of everything.
Let's face it, I've become the crazy cat lady. I've always been an instant crazy cat lady, just add cats! I have six now, lol. Five kittens, on top of my one year old cat, Bella. (Just a coincidence, I named her last may when I adopted her lol) Bella isn't fond of the babies, so I have to ration playtime for the babies while Bella is locked up in another room. I don't think she would hurt them, but there are five of them and they are hard to keep track of with a potential predator on the loose. I'm constantly putting them in one crate while I clean another, it's a never ending cycle. I am trying to truly enjoy the time I have with them now though, because I know they can't all stay forever and I have grown very fond of each of them. My mom has shown interest in my one solid black kitten, a female. I know, you're shocked. lol The woman has a heart, and a softness for cats when she isn't too busy being distraught over her jackass son. I am keeping a male we have named Mike Honcho, lol, and probably the female runt I have yet to name. That leaves two boys needing homes, here they are:
That's my husbands foot, just for the record lol. I'll be sad to see them go! Since the crazy cat lady is sharing her cat pics, this is Bella. She is my chunky monkey :-) (sorry, I know some people would consider that fat shaming, but its more of a loving nickname in my book, and she doesn't seem to mind)
She is beautiful, and she knows it.
Okay, enough of the cats lol. I am officially enrolled in the part time LPN program. My classes will be T,W,TH 5-9pm. It sucks because I will be missing time with my wonderful husband, but it's good because the kids will always be with one of us. My husband can understand sacrificing his time with me for the sake of a stronger financial future, my kids shouldn't have to sacrifice because their mom planned poorly. Now I don't have to worry about arranging daycare, or what to do for snow days, and that is a big relief for me. I will also still get to spend adequate time in the gym to take care of me. So I guess this may have worked out for the best. I will continue working with my sister throughout the summer, and come school season I will see if I can find daytime hours with another client. The company I am employed by will be thrilled that I am staying.
Last time I was working with my sister, and in an unfortunate stroke of bad luck my brother was there with his cheap whore. My mom has found a sober living facility in Indiana that she wants me brother to apply to. It incorporates mandatory support and rehab courses with learning how to function independently. They set you up with an room, help you find a job, help you apply for state aid etc. It sounds like it would be something that could greatly benefit my brother, as he has never learned how to be independent... or sober. However, the first hour I was there all I had to listen to was the whore telling my brother how stupid of an idea it is, and that he shouldn't go because he will hate it and it won't even help him. It took everything in my not to freakin tear her apart. I've learned the hard way how to keep my big mouth shut, so I just went about my business pretending to be ignoring them.
By the time I got home I felt like I'd run a marathon. I had to force dinner down my throat because I didn't even feel like eating, I just wanted to go to bed. It's weird how emotionally and physically draining that can be, I could literally feel the anxiety returning. I think I'm doing okay with it today. I have to focus on my life and goals, not worry about his poor decisions, and that's what I'm trying to do.
So today is a break day... I will still have to work, and there is a good chance I will see my brother again today, but until 3pm the day is mine and I intend to make the best of it. Going to get some cleaning done, maybe a trip to the store, and lots of positive thoughts.
I have missed a lot of journals I have been meaning to get caught up on, so I better get on it! Have a great day!!
