Solid sleep last night, finally!
I started the day at 6:20am and honestly, just being able to say “I’ll take it” without sarcasm feels like progress.
The GOM’s car is finally fixed, so that’s a win. But of course, there’s a twist. He’s meant to leave a cleaned site by Thursday at 11am, and I’ve told him I need him gone Wednesday so I can prep the site. He’s not listening. I’d even reshuffled my own plans to help him on Wednesday, thinking it was his last day, but now he’s decided to leave Thursday, and my patience is wearing thin.
I get it. He’s tired. He wants his autonomy. But I’m drawing boundaries and he’s stepping right over them. I’m trying to be kind. I’m trying to be compassionate. But all I want to do is yell, “WILL YOU JUST LEAVE?!”
I know this can’t happen again. Next time, we need to have a clear conversation before I agree to help. He has to accept giving up some control of the process if he’s going to lean on others. But today’s not the day for that talk. I need to be calm. I need to be rested. And I need my boundaries in place before I enforce them.
Tonight, it’s just laundry, prep, and keeping myself steady as I get ready to head back to the land this weekend.