I picked my divorce papers up yesterday. Now I have to get them notarized. I feel happy and ready for me, but sad and sorry for him I guess. He's still not ready, not accepting, not happy...

I also picked up some old scrap books, photo albums and my Halloween decorations. This was rather exhausting. Physically as the box and huge bag were heavy, but more emotionally because of what was inside the bag and box. Old family pictures, holiday cards from years passed, random clippings...memories...

I still have itchy, red, rashy blisters (Shingles). Sometimes I think they're getting better and then there are times like this. They definitely seem to get worse when I'm stressed.

This morning I forgot to take my medicine and it's gotten so I can really tell when I forget my blood presure meds. It wasn't a bad day, just a long day of work after a very long night last night. It was longer because I had to grocery shop after work!

Then there is the whole, ridiculous incident tonight with a guy down the street threatening to call the cops on Kevin if he has any more "problems" with him. I really don't know as if I have the energy or desire this late at night to tell the whole story, but it's completely ridiculous. Kevin isn't doing anything that his daughter isn't also doing. But of course his daughter does no wrong and he was completely beligerant and out of control. I don't even think it was over an incident that actually happened tonight! Regardless, I got so infuriated and basically took it out on both my kids as now they aren't allowed out of our yard. It's sad that I have to do this, but I feel I have no choice. There is too much trouble to get into around here and it's the only way I can really supervize them. It's times like this that make me feel guilty for leaving my home to him and buying a mobile home in a trailer park. I know there is bound to be trouble no matter where you go but I guess I'm just totally sick of the nonsense here with the kids and their parents who can't keep their tempers in check.

The dogs still have fleas despite a thousand baths, drops and flea powder for the rugs.

So the dogs and I both itch!

I feel so annoyed and on edge.

Tomorrow's Thursday.

I miss the Summer days when I had time to sit and blog for hours. This blog barely touched on half of what's going on inside my brain and heart.


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