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."

Just finished my Biological Wake-Up Call and had a real realization: I thought movement was my biggest problem, but my sleep is the sand everything else is built on. Those 3-7 AM scrolling sessions aren't discipline slips - they're me numbing a hard night. My first domino is sleep. My commitment: a set time to put the phone away, and when the dog comes in at 4 AM, the phone stays down. Building the foundation first.