I’m getting too old to live the life of a nomad.
I woke up on the wrong side of 8am; exhausted. I didn’t sleep very well. I still had 30 minutes on the clock but my stomach was telling me otherwise. I barely made it to the bathroom. Stress sometimes makes me do this; wake up hugging the toilet. It’s been a few years since I’ve had an occurrence of it. Not sure why now, why today.
I do have a lot to do in a short amount of time. Today is the day I am taking all my stuff out of Brad’s shop and putting it in storage. I rented a uhaul and a garage and I have it all organized down to the minute. Can’t forget to bring my own lock.
Picking up the teenager from her father’s to help me. It’s gonna be about 4 hours of total drive time, then however long it takes to load and unload. I opted to get a storage unit near his house. Slightly inconvenient but much cheaper.
I’m really not sure why I threw up this morning. Is it because I’m dreading working with my teenager? We don’t get along all that well when she helps me sometimes. She tends to be about 80% attitude and 20% silent, angry eye rolls. I hate to even ask her how she see’s me? Lol
Or is it seeing Brad for the first time in a while? He keeps sending me Republican “facts” via text and talking about his patriotism and Trump. I don’t respond to any of them. I’m not sure how he will be. I guess I’m hoping not angry or worse. These divisive and chaotic times can make people behave irrational, to say the least.
But once I get all my stuff out we will have no ties between us. I guess that’s how that was meant to go.
At least it’s not raining.