The Big Yawn
Gods I am utterly exhausted this morning, no idea why though.
So…I decided to move back in with the Mother (as of two nights ago) and she was absolutely overjoyed at the news – I even got a kiss out of the deal *laughs*. The whole idea of moving back in has kept me thinking for about two months now but in the end it just makes more sense. Financially I will be saving around R1500 a month. Emotionally we will both have a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand to get us off our asses and *do* something for a change. Medically I will have someone to drive me around again :)
All in all a win-win situation, methinks.
We agreed to share most of the costs so that we all get a fair deal, which is awesome…and our three dogs are naturally over the fucking moon that I am back. There’s an Alsation named Scarlett, a Bichon Frise by the name of “Bekkie” (very original, I know) and a little Pavement Special named Stanley (affectionately known as Fish). Bekkie is a runaway who picked our house and our dogs to be his new home and family. He joined the fold approximately 7 years ago, bearing many stolen gifts and once even a bloody dead rabbit. We suppose this was his way of convincing them that he is a proficient hunter, making him a valuable addition to the pack. *shakes head* He truly is a very strange dog, to be honest.
Onto other things…Mother is starting to question my motives for having a child and although I don’t want to admit it, I think she might just be right. *sighs* I’m seeing my psychologist (Sugar) again next week, for the first time in almost two months…which is good. The weekly sessions I started with have turned into monthly sessions – hopefully a sign of progress?
I haven’t thought about SI-ing in about two months, which is the last time I slipped and “fell”. I should be proud of myself but for some reason I just feel nothing and I can’t help but wonder why.
Anywho…let us not get caught in such thoughts, it *is* a good thing to have gone so long without it, after all. :)
