Monday Post 317c

 Good afternoon! Haven't plodded the treadmill with David yet, so just continuing events for Monday?

• Sleep wouldn't return, hence when dearest dad came to kiss me bye before leaving for his hard day's work I used the pot again for one tinkle and then I spend ten minutes beginning a mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me with the patience, perseverance, strength and endurance I need to get through today with, giving PIG mum all the pleasure, all the satisfaction and just suffering for her whenever she decided that only she can be happy and/or satisfied. It doesn't sound very fair, but she's taught me through her actions, if not through her words, that it's enough she's happy and/or satisfied, and I guess whenever that happens, I've just got to grit my teeth and endure. >< *sigh*
• Now @ 1:32pm I've played one more game of Bejeweled lasting 6:54. That's today's quotas satisfied, and now I promise to willingly hit the sack tonight. XD Actually, I further promise not to play again until toms, coz I've already also played one more memorable game lasting 8:47!
• After dearest dad returned to work (today was his first day back after taking his annual leave) sleep again eluded me, but I used the pot :P once more around 9am.
• After PIG mum a-THUMPED around upstairs, she stomped downstairs to hit me with the eye goo and help me exceedingly slightly with nothing but the bra strap before leaving me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes. Whilst doing so,  I spent another ten minutes continuing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me get through today okay. I find it's exceedingly important to constantly remind the cruel and unfaithful God that He has no bearing  on  my good day whatsoever, that I am perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him, because my good day's dependent on my own good attitude. If only God would remember that ... *sigh* He created the phrase 'live and let live', so why the heck can't He lemme live the free, independent life that I deserve? Okay, fair enough, we all only deserve death because of Him, but why can't He just lemme live the life that nearly everyone else gets to live?? *sigh*
• PIG mum comes back to help with nothing bar Elf's AFO straps and both laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE :( me to walk to the bathroom to brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for two tinkles and call out for PIG mum to please rip off the pull-up pants for me.
  Cheers,
  Em. ^^