the first lady helped me move in on Saturday. Love her soo much, she helped me clean, drove me took the supermarket and reassured that everything would be ok. Owe her big time.
Been told that I have to stay in a hotel for the first week while the house gets sorted. Obviously not impressed but don’t really have a choice that’s the frustrating part.
Worried about myself financially made a few made decisions that are coming back to haunt me but I’m breathing through it.
Annoyed about some of the stuff I have incorrectly set up on my new end wonderful phone but hi have nothing but timer for a while so guess I can sort it out then.
Starting to realize more and more how dead I am inside. Not even slightly emotional, oh well. Good luck to my kids.
