Money Jar

I think I’ve traumatized Sean. At 2:30am I could here him crying so I went into his bedroom. When I asked him what was wrong, he said, “I don’t want to lose my money. I want my money back from the money jar.” So this morning was the end of the money jar and Sean took back his 75 cents (I kept Steve’s money). Hopefully this will stop the bad dreams and he won’t require any future therapy. :)

Work was another day of training. Like I said before, it feels good to be passing the information on because my brain…you know how it is…it just won’t shut off when I wake up in the middle of the night. It keeps thinking of a million different pieces of information to pass on. Eventually after I get it all out, I’ll sleep much better.

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P.S. Thank you to who ever you are that bought me the subscription to WISH magazine. Jane – Are you sure it isn’t you???