My dad called. He's like his youngest son, or should I say, my brother is just like him. I'm only contacted when somebody needs something. I let him go to voicemail as it means he needs something. On my terms and mental ability, I called him back. My brother asked my dad for money.... again!!! My dad, who last time, and the time before and the time before and the... always says, "i can't stand it anymore. I'm not going to do it again." So, today, I sent money to my brother as my dad doesn't know how to use Zelle. Since I'm a joint owner with him should something happen...notice who he has a joint owner...I sent the money from his account as my dad requested. My brother tried calling me twice over the weekend and didn't leave a message, so I didn't attempt to call back, for reasons mentioned above. I didn't send the funds immediately. My brother sends me a text that his girlfriend is at the store waiting for the money. Talk about putting the cart before the horse. Then he texts my dad, who then texts me asking if I sent it. I had sent it seconds before my dad's text, but I still didn't do it immediately when I got the text from my brother. With that said... Anyways...he called yesterday and mentioned, while half in the bag, about doing his laundry on Thursday (normal pre-arranged day). I said, "Yes. at 10:30." Today, after the Western Union conversation, he again asked if he could come on Thursday to do his laundry. I guess he forgot he asked me yesterday. Man, he and my brother are so much alike. Anyways, I said, "Yes, Thursday at 10:30. We already discussed this." He goes, "I thought 10:30 was just for last Wednesday. " As most of you know, I said no when he called at 11:30 because he was just waking up. Today, I said, "No dad. That was the time we originally agreed on months ago, you just never stuck to it." He said, "I'm not going to argue with you about it." I said, "My mental health is more important than your laundry." I can't believe I actually said that out loud. Go me! 🤣 He attempted to conclude the call saying, "Well, I guess that's all I had to talk to you about." 🤦‍♂️ I engaged him in additional conversation. We talked about Oslo, Lily, and the proverbial, but real kitchen sink. The conversation then became about him again, complaining about his aches and pains. Normal conversation he and I have. This was all after he asked me to send money to my brother. Now, to be fair, my dad said to me after Lily had to be put down, and heard about the bill, "Did you want me to throw you a couple hundred for you to borrow." "To borrow." I said, "No dad. Thank you."

This week is awful I am ready for it’s end I repeat awful

This week I've been battling a cold. They never show up at a convenient time (if there is such a thing). I'm in the middle of preparing for the launch of a new program, so need to be able to think and focus, I have a deadline to meet for my artwork and it's also busy with family catch-ups as we have seven birthdays in the space of 2 weeks. With the sniffles, coughs, head congestion and general feeling unwell comes disturbed sleep, limited focus and lack of motivation. The old me would have swallowed the cold pills and pushed through Since being part of this group, though, I’ve noticed that I’m valuing myself, and my health, a little more. So, I’ve taken my foot off the accelerator. I’m still moving, just at a slower pace. I’ve let go of the expectation that everything needs to be finished or prepared well in advance, and I’ve allowed myself time to rest. The tasks will still be there tomorrow. Resting now means I’ll be in a much better place to deal with them when I’m feeling well again. What are you more likely to do when you’re unwell? Push through or take time to heal?