I should be sleeping.
I hate stress and worry.
Things at home are deteriorating the more I pack up. He's being aggressive over little things that I'm taking. I'm taking what's mine and only mine. He thinks I'm taking his stuff. I don't want his stuff.
ONE MORE WEEK. I think I can. I think I can.
I have wonderful supportive friends and family. Jakes can't wait for us to move. He wants to see me happy and he sees I haven't been. Love that kid!!!!
Dad took another header into the tub in the middle of the night. He scrapped himself up good and thinks he cracked a rib. OUCH. ESM and I are collecting bubble wrap for him. If you have any just laying around, I'll give you my address.
Guess I'll try to get some sleep. Morning will be here before I know it. G'nite all!