Reality is tough around here.
Reality – my husband, if he’s home, is usually asleep. Because he’s working while we sleep. It’s tough. He (and we) do it anyway.
Reality – my mother’s in the hospital. Again. It was touch and go for a while. Again. I helped my dad decide on a DNR, should it come to that. It’s tough.
Reality – my son takes mental health medication. He’s been off his meds for 6 days due to a medical insurance/Cobra payment company snafu of Ginormous Proportions. “Just pay and we’ll reimburse you.” Sure! Let me just grab that $900 I have lying around. Not. And yes, that’s what my son’s meds cost per month. It’s tough.
Life is tough. There’s not a lot that one can actually control. That’s rough on a control freak like myself. I’m trying to do what I can to control what’s in the realm that I can. So I’m organizing the household, decorating, cleaning out, trying to make sure it’s a peaceful place from the crazyness. I’m trying to learn how to do things from scratch to save money. I make my own laundry detergent now. I’m learning how to make bread. Little steps one at a time. I’m learning more about emergency preparedness. Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of money right now, so certain things need to wait, but it’s on the list.
Control what you can to prepare for what you can’t. I’m trying to do that.
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