He is changing locations.

I don't know what prompted my son to decide to leave the shelter he is in now or if HE actually did the deciding. He sent me a text this morning to tell me that he is going to an all male shelter that is designed for men in recovery. I don't know if it is a part of the place he is in now or what. It really doesn't matter does it? It is his live and his decision. I just hope that it is a good one for him.

He changed jobs recently. This time he did it the right way. He gave notice and even got a recommendation from his former employer. The restaurant he is working in now is closer to the place he is living and he is getting more hours. I took him on Monday of this week to pick up his last check at the former place and took him to cash it. He gave money to me to give to his son's mom. This is the first time in months that he has done that. He had the  money to give to the shelter and seemed pretty pleased with himself that he was able to take care of his responsibilities today. He told me that he cooked breakfast for the residents of the shelter last Sunday.

I am glad that he seems to be doing well for himself. I hope that it will continue to.

On a side note. I picked my grandson up on Monday and he spent the night. He is almost 3 years old and was very interested in helping me bring the trash cans from the curb to the garage. He pushed this one all the way up the driveway by himself. I love this age!

He resurfaced!

My son told his dad that the reason we couldn't get in touch with him is because he ran out of minutes on his phone and had to buy more. I don't know, sounds plausible.

He contacted his dad to ask for a ride to work on Wednesday. I guess he lost his bus pass or it had expired. He and his dad made arrangements for my son to pick up the bicycle that we had for him. They met outside my husband's work yesterday. My husband said other than looking "scruffy" from not shaving and not wearing decent clothes he seemed fine. He was clean and didn't look like he had been high. He told his dad that he had saved a bit of money from his check and that he was going to mail some to his son.

My husband says that he feels like our son is really trying to do better. I don't know. I feel like we have been fooled so many times that I don't want to put much stock in anything he tells us. When he is able to show that he is doing these things then I'll believe it. Seeing is believing. At least that is how the saying goes.

Hubby and I are headed to the lake for the weekend. I may try to sneak out of here early. Shhhhh! Don't tell. ;-)

Have a good weekend!

It is all about putting one foot in front of the other.

This is what us POAs have to remember to do. Just get up every morning and put one foot in front of the other while living our own lives instead of trying to control and manage the lives of our addicted children.

I haven't heard from my son since Monday when I sent him a text to tell him his grandfather (my dad) had just had surgery and was doing well. He texts back to ask if his Pop would be okay.

That is it. I sent another text to him on Tuesday to ask when I could come and pick up the money he had for his son. I never heard from him. I knew that this was a wasted effort because there is likely no money for his son by this point.

I haven't called the shelter, I haven't called the place he was working, I won't try to contact my son again. He can contact me when he is ready.

I am continuing to live my life and do things that I enjoy. I will be putting one foot in front of the other with a goal in mind soon. I am going to sign up for my first full marathon!!! Before I allowed myself to be fully consumed by the insanity of my son's addiction 3 years ago, I was training to run half marathons and ran 5 in five months. It was a big achievement for me.

Next February I will turn 50 and I have been telling myself for awhile that I want to run a marathon when I am 50. So, why not!

So between now and next March I will be literally putting one foot in front of the other for miles and miles on almost a daily basis. I  may be creating my own brand of insanity but at least it is all mine and not someone elses'.

Payday!

So, my son got his first paycheck on Friday night. He called on Saturday freaked out because he was having trouble cashing it. If he couldn't meet his obligation at the shelter of saving part of it he would be kicked out. I called the shelter and they said he could have until today. Told son that he had until today and that Dad would come and help him open a bank account so that he would have a place to cash his checks and so that he wouldn't have cash to carry around.

Within the hour he found a place to cash the check. He called to tell me this news and that he had money for his son. I sent him a text and said I would be in town on Sunday afternoon and could come and pick it up. No word from him.

His dad texted him to let him know he was available to help with the checking account and that we have a bicycle for him. No word from him.

You know what I think is going on? You know what I think is going on.......

I pray not.