a small closet in my bedroom. Since moving back I haven’t been able to really unpack because of spacing. My son updated the closet and had me help with the painting. Lord, my body hurts, lol. I’m so out of shape.

while working I finally got the courage to ask him if he thought I was a good mother. I’ve always felt guilty having him so young so what his answer might be scared me. His answer - what I thought...honest. I have a damn good mother and son.

I need motivation to be active...