We found out a few weeks ago that mom has a few tumors in her uterus, and so now she's going to have to have a hysterectamy. Much more to the point, she wants me to go to Wyoming for a week to help her with the transition afterwards. Which I have no problem with, except paying for the plane ticket there. So, because it is SO MUCH CHEAPER for me to drive for 13 hours instead of flying, I'm going to drive to Wyoming. In January. God help me.
Things with Timmothy and I are....stretched, to say the least. One minute, we're fine and dandy, and the next, we're completely ready to tear each others throats out. The fact that we've moved in with dad to try to get out of debt isn't helping as much as I've hoped it would. it seems to have worsened the matter.
Owen, on the other hand, is flourishing! He's crawling like crazy!!! I love him so much, and I just can't believe how fast he's growing. Six months old now. No teeth, but he's crawling everywhere, and starting to pull himself up from a sitting position, so I know that standing and walking aren't far off. Maybe around Christmas. New Year's at the lastest.
I'm really trying to be the bigger person, here. I'm trying to step back and look at things rationally, like an adult. But part of me is just wondering....am I just afraid of being along? Am I just holding on because I need something to hold on to?
I wish that answers came as easy to me as they do to those characters on T.V.
Oh, how i envy you.

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