Uuuuughhhh!!!!
Thank you guys!!!!
@Sideways &
@Freida!
I'm feeling more and more run down.
Came down with a toothache last night, I have a killer crater in a back molar and took some pills to sleep, sssssoooooo sick in the guts, this morning, as well as the tooth.
I did a bit of "legs up the wall" yoga yesterday, it was hella relaxin, but couldn't find my mat. So long since I used it now, bunch of stuff on top of it....ggggrrrrr
Then I had used up all my time, looking for it and has to make dinner for all the injured and us.
Luckily, the broken ribs boy and my hoppy sprained dawty are ok, sleeping back at Dad's, where they are, basically, living granny flat style, out in a converted garage room, with lots of aquariums and fishys, but they are starving without me feeding them. I sent them home with left overs to tide them through today, but will probably have them back up for dinner, tomorrow. Oh wait, they have a work christmas party, I think it's tomorrow???
Broken jaw son is now sleeping in the upstair room.
He's a vegan, which is the most annoying part of feeding him. And he already complained, that the soup I "freestyled" he didn't like. So he's a fussy vegan....groan....
I am getting run down and I do need to self care. Trouble is, I'm so chronically exhausted, self care time is do nothing, lay around feeling shit time, at the moment.
Actual down time, feels like a thing of the past and I'm not loving it.
I do love that I get to nurture my children, though, I just hope my body is up to it, without it falling apart even more... It's a little touch and go, at the best of times.
Youngest sonny's last day of the year, for school. He's going straight to friend's, for a sleep over til the weekend, I think.
Oldest dawty offered to help me, the Chrissy preps. So yay!!! :):):):):)
There's that.
So yeah, self care looks like a intangible dream ATM, but I'll try. I'm just feeling like I'm back to looking after too many people and it's, no way, sustainable, coz I'm in the state I'm in and it's a bit fragile.
I saw oldest son, last night, when we went to pick up broken rib boy and my hoppy dawt.
He looked better than I thought he would. He's on some new meds, I think they might be working. It was good. I gave him a really useful, youtube link, we'd just found, and if he listens to it, I know it will help.
His dad talked to me, told me about the pdoc appointment they are waiting on. He said a bit of dumb-and-not-good -for-my-son's health stuff, but I over road it with soothing, empowering stuff, and truthful, positive stuff.
I want him up here for dinner soon. He hugged me and told me he loves me "so much" . I love him so much.
His dad is a douche, but J is my beautiful first born, and I'm relieved, he's a bit better, already.
At least the dad is dealing with this psychotic break better than he did, with me, and my second born. With me, he would just have sex with me, when I was totally psychotically "gone" and when I begged him to "put me in the clinic" , he wouldn't. I had to stay "on the job" of being mum, when I was that ill, not good.
With my second born, he just dumped him on me and then demonized me, to my kid's, when I had to take him to the clinic.
So, this is a step up. A big step up.