This week

How has your week been?
Good?
No one on drugs, or in jail? Super.
My week has been a tad rocky. If this had not been Lent, why, I would likely have had an adult beverage to ease my suffering. As it was, I caved in and took a Benadryl to put me to sleep. Crazy, huh? I'm a wild girl under pressure.

Don is still living-the-dream, as a couch surfing dude. He seems to be quite happy with his life of leisure. I am unsure of his probation officer's perspective on the new arrangement, but it stressed me out. I would prefer that he be safe, stable, and sober, but who am I to judge?

Michael is not thriving just now, and that's about all I'm going to say on the topic. You'll know enough to realize that such a guarded statement is likely swirling with undercurrents capable of drowning me. I'm relentlessly optimistic when I'm not blubbering. It's the uncertainty that gets me. Will he get through this? Will he go back to prison? I can't figure out whether I should be mad, or sad, or helpful (enabling??). It's exhausting.

I got to speak to some lovely parents of errant youth the other night. No doubt they went home to whimper in the fetal position after hearing my story. I can not imagine how my blather was helpful in the slightest, but the organizers have graciously asked to have me come back and speak to another group. Perplexing, but gratifying, to know that some benefit is possible from this ordeal.

Plus, also, too:
My husband got a job.
I have lost a very persistent pound this week.
And I have every intention of lightening my hair.
So, see? It isn't all bad.