Motivated

Beth received a couple of voicemails from Dave last night.  It is part of what prompted her to say he can no longer by my daycare provider.  I don't know what was in his head that he thought it smart to leave messages for people when he is intoxicated.  Anyway it just pushes me into doing what I knew was going to need to be done.
So I thank her for pushing me because sometimes I become inactive.  Good to keep moving in a forward direction and she is very proud of me for the steps I have already taken. I told her it was all right with me no matter how long it takes the guardianship to go through.  I like her having my back and I will lose that when it is all done.
I didn't tell Dave the reason for the daycare change.  I left it as they need the socialization with other kids and he seemed accepting of that.  Course I have no way of knowing how much he had to drink tonight.  So there is no telling if he will remember tomorrow.
She also loved the apartment and the fact that it is on a dead end.  I like that too.  It really is the perfect place for us right now.

Terrific Thursday

Today we had our safety visit with Beth, the social worker. The good news is things are slowly progressing. Since Cassie tends to be hard to find they are going to publish on her in the paper that there will be a change in status for Connor. The other thing is she wants both kids in daycare and I have till Monday to get that arranged. Tomorrow I visit Little Tigers as they have openings. And then I go to DSHS to get Audrie's portion paid for. CPS will pick up Connor's share. Beth thinks it will go smoothly for me. Hope so. And I always have her backing me. Daycare will be good for both kids for their socialization skills.
After that the kids and I went for a nighttime walk. It was wonderful. Things sound different at night and we heard frogs. It was a little misty and Connor discovered the benefit of mittens after his fingers got cold. Usually he takes them right off, but not tonight.
We ended our evening making a little batch of chocolate chip cookies. Still getting used to the oven.

Time to Let Go

All the words in the world don't mean anything when the actions continue to be drinking.  I'm just hoping he can keep it together long enough for me to get settled and figure out other child care arrangements. It won't be long and he won't be able to do that. Time to let it go. I have no control over it except how much of it I am exposed to. I don't like drunk calls and drunk texts, so I now choose not to respond to them.

Walk Pics

I finally can do pictures again.  I  needed to find a cord to be able to download them off my camera.  One of the joys of moving.

Almost Done

Brought another load of odds and ends from Dave's house. The kids and I went over there this morning to give Minnie a bath. While there I packed up the second set of bookshelves. I also grabbed some odds and ends. Still have two closets, Connor's dresser to go, and one more set of bookshelves. At least the set isn't moving as I'm just taking the cookbooks. I also half filled the recycle bin with old books and magazines.  Making progress.

Yup. Looking for an Excuse

I leave Dave's blog alone and I do that for a reason. But today I decided to read it. Wow. He has decided that I have used his drinking as an excuse to move on because his junk don't work. A fringe benefit of the split may be that at some point in time I may find a companion whose junk works, but I'm not looking for any of that right now. I am looking for peace, health, and happiness. I'm looking for good esteem building for the little kids, and that doesn't happen in an non-recovering alcoholic house.  I guess that is all Dave can see and that is just sad.

RIP Trevor

The family in MN are attending the funeral for Trevor today.  He was the son of my cousin and Mike's second cousin. He and Mike were born nearly the same time, so my Aunt Nila always kept me up to date on Trevor. Obviously the two boys took different paths. Trevor was in the army. Mike spends time in jail.  Trevor played sports and did Explorers. Mike played sports and did Scouts until he discovered drugs. Trevor was good kid who was out in the world. Mike was a good kid who made poor choices and lives with the consequences.
I think about his mother and can only imagine the pain she is in. Trevor was her only child.
I think about me. I have been waiting for the call Glenna got since my child was14. And each day I am grateful not to have gotten it. I doubt she was waiting for that call and was in no way prepared for it.
So my thoughts are with my family as today they lay Trevor to rest. I can only hope that eventually Glenna will find peace. Life is unfair. There is a lot of sorrow. Rest in peace Trevor.