I had an unpleasant argument with Q, our adult mentally challenged offspring…Talked him out of running away again, I hope.
Q wants to live in a hut that he pulls behind his bike (!) and be a street preacher.
Sigh. Not too fond of reality is our progeny.
In all fairness, Jesus was a street preacher. Sort of.
Got ALL SORTS OF stressed out and called my friend C to come have coffee ☕ 🙃 I HAD TO GET A BREAK AND TALK TO SOMEONE WHO a) IS A FULLY FUNCTIONAL ADULT AND b) LIKES ME.
C came and we went to McDonald’s for a coffee, then had a “car hike.” At sunset. It was beautiful.
She told me about her weird family and I told her about mine.
I felt better.
Parenting a mentally sick kiddo is hard, you guys!
I bet your stuff is hard too. ❤
Note: Q made an appointment with my other friend who is a social worker to fill out paperwork and the three of us are talking about adult foster care nearby.
Q needs some different support, obviously.
Ammendment to note: my MS is acting up now that the bombs are temporarily diffused. So…
I’m taking some ashwaganda and getting chamomile 🍵 and playing a cozy mystery and going to sleep!
“Sufficient for the day are the troubles therein” ….right?
Verse, just a sec…thanks Holy Spirit — I could NOT EVEN do this without You.