Just a quick post before I head to bed. I've had a very full day. Took my daughter, son and neice for a pony ride at the county stable for my daughter's sixth birthday. She wanted her dad to come, so I had to spend time with him, which, as always, was torture. He has the capacity to irritate more than anyone I've ever known. For example my daughter was apprehensive about getting close to the horse and I was pulling every trick in the book to try and get her to be brave and warm up to the animal. Then he is in her ear saying, "somethings not right with that horse" "he looks dangerous" "I'd never ride a horse"
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absolute ignorance. That's just the tip of the iceburg. Hence, EX.
But, it was for my daughter, so I sucked it up and let him come. She ended up having a great time.
I've made the lower level of the house spotless, and organized. Now all that's left is upstairs and some laundry before guests begin arriving christmas morning.
Would I be doing any of this if I were still drinking? Decidedly not. I'm alive again.