tractor supply is my love language

my daughter came to visit and assess - she was a social worker, so - and ya Mom has also had a HARD winter, probably needs an antidepressant, and we need to keep her kind of on a lite diet of harsh realities atm 

my daughter, "I thought you were exaggerating but WOW" - my joy crusade is too dark for her lol 🤦🏻‍♀️

I made her sleep, then eat and sleep more, then drove her around (she loves a ride / my new truck is easy on her) on my errands, then nap time. Calmer, she told me to tell him that she prays for him "until the lump goes away" and then she knows God has him. What lump? She holds both hands up to form a rock in middle of her chest, "right here." The worry stone! She did take it from me and feels it, literally, a real weight. "He needs a mom." Yep, and I am just not that. My strawberry milk has a dirty mind or whatever, motherLY but not the same.

I'm sooo tired. Even I wanna watch Reacher now and dinner is Sams club chicken delivered 🥱

But once again, stayed on my feet, 2 more trees procured (cherry), more cottage/property management chores done, and a substantive hard conversation with one of my kids about two others, him and her, in the "small circle" - I keep stubbornly doing it, no matter what

"you wore her out at hello"

guess I wear people out at hello 🤷🏻‍♀️