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...