Christmas Is Over

Yesterday, I planned to take down the tree. After that, I wanted to move furniture. Middle Son wasn't home. But some of my grandkids were. I thought Z was off work. Around 10 in the morning, the kids were driving remote control cars into my furniture and pounding on the piano. I told Z I had a headache, come get his children. And that's when I found out he was at work; I would have the kids until after 5. 

I wanted to cry. 

Nothing got moved or packed up. 

Middle Son came home around dark. Sometime while he was at his friend's house, he decided to travel with his grandparents to his aunt's house, where he will stay for a week. That works out better, because now I can deep clean and remove the vape residue. Already, my rashes are dying down. I hope they go away. I really hope Middle Son decides to live with his aunt or his grandparents. That way my rashes don't come back. 

I have made a few changes to my art. I am journaling about my art so that I stay focused. And I have have started drawing each day. I already found out I need silence for drawing. When the house is full and loud, I can't draw more than a rough sketch, and then I just can't figure anything out. 

The Great Release Challenge is almost over. I sort of stalled on getting rid of stuff. I stopped doing the chants, but I think I need to add chants to my daily practice; they seem to help. After doing chants for several days in a row, it is easier to raise energy. Directing the energy where it needs to go is trickier still, but like anything else, it gets easier with practice. 

I am going to start cleaning now. I will have pictures later. Blessed be, my dears. Stay safe and well.