Life is Messy

Goodness.

Lots of things turned yesterday.

Youngest asked to come over after work (never a good sign).  He's having horrible anxiety and is burned out from work.  Can't blame him -- he works five 12 hour days and every other Saturday OUTSIDE.  He's miserable.  Helping him find plan B and C and D.   When your kid hurts, you hurt.  It's hard to watch them go through life when it's tough.

Walk though the woods turned out to be a hike UP (over 3 miles) and, while shaded, it was HOT.  Zapped everything I had (I know where my son gets his heat sensitivity) and left me with a headache that's still going.  I had a great time, but what was I thinking??

Last minute late dinner plans left me up late so I made the decision last night to sleep in this morning and take a rest day.  My body hurts, my head hurts.

I looked up the Unity service for Sunday and it's a birthday celebration for it's oldest member (99 years old).  That's nice, but not worth the effort to go.  Party pooper -- but I can't see myself getting anything out of it.  I see it being a slide show of his life and a speech by a very old man.

The Farmers Market is located in a town where there's been police activity this week -- SWAT, helicopters, notice to stay inside and lock doors.  Apparently there's a dangerous man holding up in the area.  I don't have all the details, but if it's not resolved -- no FM for me this weekend either.

Lunch on Thursday is with my high school friend and suddenly we're meeting over an hour away from me.  Dang.  More driving.  Lunch will be fun though -- trying a new restaurant is always nice too.

Book club on Thursday evening.  I'm glad it's a short night -- last month it was over by 8:30 (starts at 7).  It's very low key with food and drink so I won't have a hard time with that aspect.  I'm going to be forcing myself to go though.  PJs will be calling me loud and strong!

I need to hold my crap together this week.  Potential to spiral out of control -- high probability.  I can't let that happen.

TREAT today is my coaching call.  Maybe that will give me some perspective.

TOOL is twofold.  Rest AND hold steady.  Take a breath.  All will figure itself out.  Life doesn't go to crap because weekend plans change.  My youngest has a lot to work out, but we're here to help him and it will also figure itself out.  (Still, that's a heavy worry this morning -- always a mom first.)

Later gators.