I found an interesting site that talks about visualization when you need a break from your day or need some help going to sleep.   I think I was on the right track in my last post when I said that the trick to going to sleep was to not think too intensely about anything, and this idea goes right along with that.

I had another helpful discussion with my husband last night before trying to go to sleep.  His undying support and understanding is amazing.  This is definitely what marriage should be like.

Afterward, I had a difficult time, still, getting to sleep, so I thought about my grandparents being there with me.   My grandparents lived in Illinois while I lived in Nebraska.   Every year, we went to Illinois to see them (it was a 10 hour drive) and it was wonderful to be able to see them.    Being able to feel they are with me sometimes helps a lot.

When I have a hard time going to sleep, I envision their house, too… walking in and noticing each room in detail.   Green shag carpet… white curtains, where my grandpa’s rocking chair was, and where the butterscotch candy dish sat by the couch.. Everything about it.

It’s my brain comfort food.  

I have lost 7 pounds this week, thanks to my new diet: Being Totally Stressed Out. There is nothing wrong with our little family, by the way. We are together and healthy and loving each other. We are each others’ strength, and that’s the way it should be.

The stress is coming from an external source and hopefully it will be resolved this week.

I’m praying for compassion this week … just a little. I know it’s possible.

She doesn’t believe me when I tell her we do this, but almost every night before we go to sleep, we talk about Brit and how wonderful a daughter she is. We are proud of her for being the person she is, but also she is doing so well at school and is just so happy and fun to be around.

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So the last couple of weeks have been a bit odd. One day, a man came banging on the door looking for someone he thought lived at our apartment. They got the security key from the management office, who said they knew this used to be my last name, but the person they were looking for didn’t live here. We had a word with management. Everything is cool now.

Over the weekend, some unexpected paperwork arrived. We were in a state of disbelief, but we cannot really explain more than that. We visited with a professional today and she made us feel better and gave us options for moving forward intelligently. This has saved us from mental breakdowns, I think. It was good of the professional to spend 2 hours talking to us, gratis, we are pretty sure.

Tomorrow, we are accomplishing some things on our list of must-do’s. It is a good to not feel lost, really.