Tough day 
yesterday- 8 clients, which is a very full day. After work, Swerner and I met up for a while. Kick boxing. She’s been doing it for about six months and loves it. I think that’s the next move for me. By the time I got home, it was 8:15, so much to my children’s surprise, I went straight to bed.
Friday mornings kick ass. I have Juvie that day, the whole day, so what could be better? Brought Mags to her school (late-her fault), brought Ethan to his school(early-his desire) so I made it to work half-an-hour early. I saw a kid after kid after kid after kid. I could have even stayed longer, since my poor colleague has ended up with pneumonia, but I didn’t know this yet.
After an exhausting day at work and no lunch, yet again I said “fuck it”: and headed to 
get the best Carnitas burrito I know of. I was sitting there eating and look through the window when I saw my ex-husband standing outside, so I walked to the door and leaned out. He was flabbergasted, but smiled. I asked what he was doing there and he told me he was waiting for his girlfriend, then asked me why I was eating alone. “I always eat alone!” I said, smiling. I think that’s the best thing I got out of this divorce: absolute comfort in my own skin.
I received a phone call while eating dinner, but knew it was a reminder to pick up medication, so while waiting for my medication in the drive-through, I listened to the message. It was actually from the storage facility my storage unit was ready (2 weeks early)! Headed over, signed the paperwork and after a trip to Home Depot to buy a dolly, I started moving boxes.
But only got a handful moved, since there was about half an hour before closing time. I hope this is my last move with storage. I’m ready to buy my house so the kids and I are set until they’re done with high school.
Pictures: Wicked Trees on my way; Hello, Dolly!; Here we go!
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