just trucking

It seems my mood has stabilized on it's own. I guess a night in jail will sober anyone up. I'm back to sleeping away most the day, but staying up all hours of the night. I usually get up about noon, and stay up til three am. Not the most healthy, but it is my routine. I eat regularly, I try to maintain a reguler exercise routine...not always succeeding, but effort is well worth it; and I take care of the kiddos when they get home from school, so bonus there. I see my counselor tomorrow. I'm going to get him to fill out a referal to the career placement specialist at my MHMR clinic, so I can get in with DARS, a program to help people with disabilities obtain meaningful employment.
I love my mom, really I do, but I can't stand her smothering me the way she does when I live with her. Nevermind that I took care of myself for two years all by myself, and six years before the two before that. I was on my own at seventeen, and was just fine until I left my husband. It was rocky at first when I came back home for two years, and moved back out on my own two years ago. It was her persuasion that brought me back, and I thought it was to help me pay off some of my debt. I was wrong, she has been taking just about everything my husband has made and used it all to pay off her bills. I talked to her about it last week, and now she is getting snippy and hurtful when she talks to me. It's getting real close to the breaking point, where I say 'Ef you' and go stay in a homeless shelter for a month or two, and get our own apartment again, screw the debt.
My husband is the same one I left four years ago, but it was right after my diagnosis, before I was stable. We worked it out, and are together for good.
I need to pee, so I guess this entry is finished.