Tomorrow is W's bday. S picked her out a little something and is making her a card right now. I am going to wish her a nice day.
She left to work out of town this morning and will be back in a couple of days.
I'm going to see if S will sing her Happy Bday in the morning.
While we were playing today, he told me that he doesn't want to have some of his toys here and some of his toys at the new house. "Mom told me I could only take a little bit." (I didn't know they had discussed such things) I told him they were his things and he could take whatever he wanted over to the new house. (Me thinking that he wanted to not just take a little bit.) He then says he wants to leave them all here, and he doesn't want Mom to move. I just gave him a hug and told him we didn't have to worry about that today. "Everythings gonna be just fine buddy." We went back to playing within a couple minutes.
Mentally I'm doing well ATM. This thing has taken a toll on me physically. I've lost 20lbs. Two notches on the belt. Anymore than this and I'll start looking sickly.
