The morning started well before 6 a.m.
Some of us can sleep through anything, but others of us hear every squeak and creak, which makes for a very long day.
I have no idea why, but Raven’s been keeping the kids in his room when they wake up instead of letting them wander into the living room.
Our rooms are all close together.
Raven’s is right across from Badger’s, and then there’s that little raised spot you step up onto, and the master is just past it.
Every little sound carries straight through the place.
When Badger and I said the kids were loud and kind of aggravating every weekend, Cowboy called us evil and said it didn’t bother him, only us.
That stung, but there wasn’t much we could do about it.
My cousin is sometimes my sounding board, but she likes to text me advice.
I do appreciate her care and her thinking about me, but mostly I write to get things off my chest instead of bottling them up.
There’s really no easy fix for it right now.
That’s just how things are.
My cousin has no idea what it’s like living with anxiety and ADHD, let alone both at the same time.
Some days I wish I had my cousin’s fiery little red‑head energy.
She’s tiny but mighty, will tell you what’s what, and might just smack you if you sass her.
But that’s not me, so now we’re back to the soft, gentle era of blogging.
Raven and the kids took off just before noon and didn’t show up again until around 4.
While they were gone, Cowboy napped in his recliner, Badger stayed in her room, and I grabbed some time on the computer.
Sometime after 3, Cowboy came in from feeding the chickens and my birds and told Badger and me to head to the car.
We ended up at Walmart, and Cowboy told me to pick out a birthday present for myself.
I didn’t really need or want anything, but I ended up buying two pairs of jogging pants anyway.
The ones I had, I used as maternity pants when I was pregnant with Badger, and they were starting to get holes in all the wrong places.
By the time we got home, Raven and the kids were back, so Badger and I just went to our rooms.
Raven and the kids were in their room by 7:30 and stayed there for the rest of the evening.
He’s acting kind of odd, but whatever, I’m not going to complain.
It’s still loud, but at least I can play on the computer without a flying Mickey Mouse hitting me in the head.
Badger finally emerged from her “Hobbit Hole,” and she’s spent most of the evening in the kitchen making me a birthday cake.
I really appreciate it, she put a lot of thought into it.
She’s made plans for tomorrow but won’t say what.
All I know is I need to take a shower and actually dress like a human.
I’m pretty sure tomorrow won’t be anything fancy like the last couple of years, when she’d take me to Pigeon Forge and all the touristy stuff.
Heron came in from work, handed me a bag, and said it was my birthday present.
I peeked inside, and that nutty kid of mine had bought me a pair of $175 tennis shoes.
Wow.
That’s like wearing gold on your feet.
Pretty much everything I own comes from thrift stores.
That's just wow.
He must have had his girlfriend and her mom helping him pick them out.
He said, “E's mom said to pick something that would go with anything she wears, and E kept picking out subdued shoes. I told them my mom likes obnoxious colored shoes.”
I don't like obnoxious shoes; I like bright shoes, glitter, and neon colors.
I'm a child of the 80s.
These are a pretty shade of light pink and grey.
I think Badger's finally done in the kitchen, so I'm heading to bed.
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