ants and laundry

Yuck! Today the ants invaded and I turned into a mass murderer. Although I can't stand ants (or any bugs really), I felt a little bad after killing like 100s of them.

Sunday evenings are my least favorite time of the week. This weekend was nice to relax, get caught up on things around the house, spend some time with my partner, do my school work at a more relaxed pace, but now the weekend is over. I always want more of the good stuff, more more more. Except the ants, I could definitely go with less.

In other news, one of my sponsees called to let me know she's almost done with her resentment inventory (4 more to go!) I'm so happy for her because I remember how challenging it was for me to finish my first inventory. I loved it up to the 4th column, then stalled, balked and ended up drinking. The more time has past, the more slightly worried I was for her because of my own experience. It's strange because I know there's nothing I can do to keep her sober or make her drink, but I do root for her to stay sober and try to pass along anything I can that might be helpful toward that end.