sleepless in RM

Not hurting particularly, just can’t sleep.

Last time I couldn’t sleep, I was worrying over not having the money to get Steve here. This time I’m worrying over what to do with G. shit. 4am is early. Rolling around inside my head are (my) student loans and how I think we have to go get G an ID. He can’t drive yet, and his Student ID is about to expire. He won’t leave the house and barely leaves his room. This is not bad parenting or bad kid. This is Aspergers. He did agree to go to the library with me so that’s a start. I want to send him off to college nearer to home than Indiana. Here are my thoughts…

He’s planning on going in the winter/spring session. We get him an ID and head to the unemployment office. He needs to see what is available in this area. He can start looking for a first job. Hardee’s, waiting tables, lawncare helper, whatever, just to get a feel for working. We pick up a driver’s manual so he can read it and study for his permit. We take the city bus a time or two so he sees what that is like. I need to figure out how to set up a first time resume, too. I’m gonna take him to the community college, too, so he can look at what they have to offer to get him started.

I am so sorry I don’t know how to do the set-up for a serious college experience. He qualifies for about 15K in financial aid and will need the rest in loans. I don’t know how to set those up either. Now I know why my family had so many barbers and beauticians in it over the generations.  And this concludes the morning matinee in my head 🙂

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About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, cooking, music, bird watching, herbs, and gardening. I am passionate about YHWH the Elohim of all the earth. I believe it's our responsibility to tend that earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in laughter, and the power of combined prayer. I am a true homebody. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, and I have a spoiled service dog and 2 rescued cats. Right now, there is balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I would rather not do my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina which I ended up leaving for my husband to sell. I'm a two-time caregiver. My husband and I are separated due to stroke complications and personality difficulties. I am in Texas now. The one place on earth I said I'd never go unless Yah moved me there and HERE I AM! G and I are sharing a small apartment and so far, things are going well.
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