Just a Regular Wednesday, I Suppose

I just finished folding some clothes, carrying glasses back to the kitchen, pilfering and plundering, my grandmother used to say. It's just a regular Wednesday, I suppose.

I did hear that my lawyer sent Jeff's attorney a letter about his late tuition payment. I'm hoping that will take care of things, but I guess really I'm just waiting for the sh-- to hit the fan. I do feel as if I am in a semi-good place with Sam, although that can fall apart in a heartbeat. I'm feeling pretty good about Carly and Will. Of course, I'm so angry with Jeff that I would like to shake him, and then, that makes me even angrier because I know that he would not even react to that.

Yesterday, during my therapy session with Erika all I did was rant and rave about Jeff. I told her the session was for dealing with the eating disorder, not ragging on Jeff. She disagreed. She thinks that allowing myself to rant and rave is a way of managing my disorder. If I'm talking, I'm not cutting or restricting. Who knows.

I did get to the chiropracter for my neck today. I think it might already feel a bit better. The temperature has dropped drastically and the wind is blowing. Grace is chewing on everything. I've talked with the kids and Mom. So, I guess it's just a regular Wednesday.