I know I’ve been blogging inconsistently but really I have the same worries and crap in my head and just haven’t felt like writing about it.

Christmas is coming up and I’m here for it. I love this holiday. I already have most of the gifts bought and some wrapped. I’m thankful I saved the money for it earlier in the year. It will be a good Christmas.

I’ve been sporadic in taking my meds. Not good I know. I need to figure out what is going on with me. I know deep down I don’t want to go without them but have forgotten to take them like I should. Might be why I’ve had issues with depression.

I have a three day work week then four days off. My boyfriend is going to be here for it so I’m excited. I’m debating taking the week off Christmas off but then think… why waste my pto when I have nothing to do really. My kids are old enough to care for themselves and no where to go so…

My parents are thinking of buying some land and moving. It be a big enough place for us to live together which is something I thought about anyway once I was an empty nester. I’m anxious about it though. I want it to happen but the thought of packing twelve years of stuff is daunting. I want it but see the cons in it too.

My son probably won’t have surgery as the tumor is by his spine and the two major blood vessels to his body. If it’s not bothering him the risk of surgery isn’t worth it.

I guess I should go to bed. Tomorrow is a new day. Hope you all are doing awesome!

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