5:30 in the morning. That’s when I woke up today and there was no shutting off my brain,so I got up m, questioning my sanity. However, I got so much done that by 9 o’clock this morning I was already exhausted, with much to do.
I have gotten a majority of everything that needs to go into storage by myself. This is a good thing. The bad thing is that… I have over-packed the boxes. L told me today they shouldn’t be more than 50 pounds, yet a majority range between 80 and 100 pounds. Oops.
Really frustrating listening to the game today. At least it’s baseball season.
Because I am mostly dead after this weekend, I took kids out for dinner. It was much better than what I could have made and I had no dishes to do. Win-win.
Today is the birth date of Charles McCammond McQuaid. My firstborn son carries a part of his last name for a middle name: Nikolaus Quaid Münzer. Chip died about 15 years ago, he was in his early thirties, as he was trying to get sober. Our relationship was a volatile one: he was violent and I didn’t take that lying down, but we also carried each other through some very difficult times. Though my son was not his, he was present for me to the best of his ability throughout my pregnancy. I was young and scared. He was also young and scared, though he showed it in ways different than most would. Happy birthday, Chip, my depressed genius, wherever you are.
Pictures: Dinner; Adoption day, many years ago.
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