Life.

 I was reading my journal the other day realizing that my journal holds 20 years worth of entries.  I was admittedly disappointed until I realized that I had a lot of journaling done on this blog.  I haven't written in it for a long time, but I can type a lot faster than I can write and my hand doesn't get tired.  I think I might be better at journalling this way.  

Latest and greatest (or not).

Easton.  I was getting ready for another school year.  I am beginning my 18th year.  I was dead tired and Andrew was out of town for the night.  When I came home from meetings it was clear Easton hadn't had his pill.  There was food and knives everywhere and the house was a mess.  Lizzy had left for work and Brynlee was oblivious to the mess.  Even though it was 3 in the afternoon I was frazzled and gave Easton a pill.  This affects his ability to fall asleep giving it to him so late. I was willing to take the risk.  Bedtime came, he was wide awake.  I let him play on my phone for a while, still wide awake.  I had him take a few melatonin, no dice.  I was so tired getting ready for school that I fell asleep.  I remember little bits of conversation, but nothing specific.  The next morning I realized all.  Flashlight with a lot of batteries on the couch.  A tupperware on the counter full of dirt.  Clearly some kind of grilled cheese still on the skillet.  A slight recollection of Easton mentioning fishing.  He was still out cold when I left for work, so it wasn't until I got home that afternoon and Andrew was home that I learned he had decided to go for late night fishing.  I had denied his request earlier that evening because of mosquitoes and it being dark.  I was a bit shook realizing Easton was up and about fishing and left completely to his own discretion while I had fallen asleep.  🫩🥴. He lived.  I'm still shaking me head over it.