I’ve been watching my life change over the past 6 months and while there is cause for relief, there are also warning signs that should never be ignored. Here’s the thing: I’m doing better enough to have normal problems again.
Mikey got up this morning and had no clean underwear for school. I had to tell my son to wear yesterday’s underwear to school. How awful is that? What kind of mother am I? This has never happened in 18+ years of being a mom.
I’m putting on a few pounds. I’m comfort eating. I’m bored eating and stress eating and not manically burning calories to try and keep my mind busy. It sucks. 2 years ago I was never eating and while I didn’t care how I looked, my body looked better.
What else? Because I’m not looking for spiritual meanings in things and writing about them, I don’t see them much. In fact, it’s been kind of a drought in that department. Maybe it’s because Keith isn’t reaping the “bishop blessings” anymore.
Ahh, the problems of normalness. I’ll take them any day. Oh yeah, still have the colossal problem too. I miss you Ian.
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