Hi, Tal, I think I mentioned that S3 is charged up over the Transformers Bumblebee costume that w got him for Halloween (he tried it on Monday night and I almost never got him to take it off!) S7 was Lightning McQueen the first year the movie came out. And S3 went as Mater. Those two have loved Cars to death. (I can bet they watched the DVD at least once or twice on the way down to MS, along with Finding Nemo and other Pixar movies.)
I now need to somehow find an Optimus Prime character costume for S7 before Halloween or there's going to be h*ll to pay.
Hi, Bethie. Yes, I don't think a MLC or any psychological/emotional disorder is any excuse for some of the frak these WAS put us through. But like you said, we just need to focus on those things we can affect and not worry about those we cannot. I think by now W realizes I am not just going to slink off and abandon my children just because that fits the asinine image she now has of me. In fact, I think that has been a major source of her ire against me, that I refuse to comply and conform to the mold she's dreamed up for me.
Karen, I agree. Much as I catch myself bemoaning the loss of the beautiful, loving woman I remember from years past, I have to remember to resign myself to the fact she has turned into her own mother -- shallow, broken and selfish -- a sad, bitter woman full of toxicity, and thus not the person I ever wanted to be with, in the first place or ever.
W did take my S's to visit my mother today. I need to call my mom tonight to get a report of how it went. However it went, I am thankful W agreed to do so.
After church this morning, I went back by the house for yet one more load of boxes. I don't think there's much left now. But W still has a lot of her stuff under the eaves -- she has a lot of nerve demanding I clear my stuff out of the house when she hasn't done so herself.
Unfortunately, I stubbed my toe real hard while I was there -- I may not have quite broken it, but I jammed/sprained it awfully bad. It's swollen and purple now. I can barely hobble around. Tried to walk the dog this evening and had to cut it short due to the pain. Ooouucchh. I started to think of the pain and trouble W has put me through in the last year or so, but I caught myself -- this sprain in particular is my own stupid clumsy fault.
