Gone

I had help tonight, so Daughter's mattress went into the trash. Even though it was dry, it reeked of urine. When I walked into her room to do show them how to use a mattress carrier my Dad created, Daughter said, "Don't breathe!" She has blown up an air mattress and put it on her box springs. When she is done wetting the bed, I will give her a new mattress. For now, though, she can use an air mattress. She hasn't complained. I don't know that there is anything that will motivate her to stop wetting the bed. I keep trying, though.

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I'm back to feeling overwhelmed, and had difficulty falling asleep last night. My stomach is burning this evening. The stress does take a toll. We are making progress, though, and tomorrow the men are coming to take a load of stuff to Capital. They will take the lawn mower, propane grill, the rest of the books for the church office, and various other things that will make the move next week easier. I still would like to go to sleep and wake up on October 4th with it all done.