Fun Weeb
I started a pain journal for my hip. I'm having too many flares up in the last six weeks and it's affecting my quality of life. I don't want this. My questions to my surgeons about what happens if... were met a long time ago with let's cross that bridge if it comes. I made an appointment for the end of July. I'm going to stay hopeful that I need more lifestyle changes and perhaps some more physical therapy... and then beg him for steroids. Crap.
Finn has been really into telling me what is fun. "Avery fun." "Sebastien car fun". "Jump with friend fun 'day." This afternoon we played "pull weebs." Heh. The flower beds look much better and he had a blast. I sat down and played tunnel with him over and over. I complain and whine when he won't let me divert my attention and then stare at him and mourn when we are having parallel play or he's on his own. Yeah... because I make a ton of sense.
My relationship with my father continues to grow and change in very positive ways. I know he's working so hard on himself and I see the benefits showing up in our relationship. I never thought I would feel so close to my dad.
Art class rocks and fuels me with some bizarre after-hours energy that, despite finishing at my bedtime, I come home bouncing off the walls. I am going to learn a lot in this class, get pushed out of my comfort zone and probably find more ways that visual art is fulfilling for me.
I have a job interview tomorrow. It's silly low-pay fantasy job. I have no idea how that would fit into my life, but I'm curious.
Finn has been really into telling me what is fun. "Avery fun." "Sebastien car fun". "Jump with friend fun 'day." This afternoon we played "pull weebs." Heh. The flower beds look much better and he had a blast. I sat down and played tunnel with him over and over. I complain and whine when he won't let me divert my attention and then stare at him and mourn when we are having parallel play or he's on his own. Yeah... because I make a ton of sense.
My relationship with my father continues to grow and change in very positive ways. I know he's working so hard on himself and I see the benefits showing up in our relationship. I never thought I would feel so close to my dad.
Art class rocks and fuels me with some bizarre after-hours energy that, despite finishing at my bedtime, I come home bouncing off the walls. I am going to learn a lot in this class, get pushed out of my comfort zone and probably find more ways that visual art is fulfilling for me.
I have a job interview tomorrow. It's silly low-pay fantasy job. I have no idea how that would fit into my life, but I'm curious.