Saturday, March 25, 2017

I'm wiped. I'm trying to burn through laundry. The sheets, bedding, and towels really need to be done, and then Bryan "asked" me if I could do his laundry today. (I'm really assuming he needs work outfits.) I told him that on his days off, that's something that he could accomplish. I didn't add that he could do that rather than sitting and playing video games all day. I'm really frustrated with the whole deal of him living at home and not really doing much besides playing video games. He does less now than when he was in high school. At least when he was in high school he was doing chores AND going to school 7 hours a day. Now he barely does any chores and we're lucky if he works 4 hours a day. Okay, enough bitching about that. I'm just feeling frustrated because I think he should be handling his own shit by now, when there's still a serious part of me that wonders if there's something more going on with him other than bi-polar disorder. (ASD?)

Tea's got dance pictures coming up this week, then the recital is in 4 weeks. She's missed a lot of dance this year due to headaches and stomachaches. She really hasn't been feeling well this year. I attribute a lot of it to stress and depression. I'm not sure if she's going to do dance again next year, at least at the studio. She wants to do danceline at school, and the doctor said she has to choose one or the other, school or studio, due to the injuries in her ankle. I also told her that if she dances at school, she can't do all the dance lines (I think it's competition, hip hop, and basketball); she has to choose one or two. It's just too much strain on her ankle to do all three. So we'll see what she decides to do. I think a part of her wants to do it at school because she wants to letter in something and get a letterman's jacket. I don't blame her. I always wanted one, too. I would love to make that happen for her.

Times are tough financially again, as I knew they would be. That's what happens when it comes time to pay the credit cards that I was living off of. Nick hasn't been getting as many hours at work as he was, either, because his knee pain has been so bad. I've been learning how to adjust, again, to making things work with a lower income. It just means saying "no" a lot more. I hate that. I drink more coffee at home, I'll tell  you that much. Which is probably a lot easier since my favorite coffee place went out of business due to the owner dealing with her health instead.