Another day wrapping up. My husband emotionally feels some guilt not working, but like a weight from working a daunting job has lifted off him.
I'll cross that bridge with him when we get there, but I'd rather he stop working government contracted work. It isn't worth it.
Physically, he's really tired back and forth trying to adjust to medications to help his anxiety, and helping me clean around the house. So far, we've tackled our son's room, 90% of our daughter's room and living room, and I helped him clean his side of the room so he would feel calmer.
The next few days, we're hoping to tackle the bathroom, laundry room, kitchen, the garage, and attic. I'm saving my side of the room last to frame all my pictures and hang all my trinkets. Then, as it warms up, we'll work on the outside.
And I'm hoping to find some time to make that Gravity Falls skirt I dreamt about. But dust is finally settling, and we're managing a new direction in life at the moment.
