It’s an FFGF.

I’ve written before about Number 3 and his issues with anxiety.

He has come a long, long way.

In fact, no one would describe him as shy anymore.

He does still have some OCD stuff going on, though.

Claustrophobia in particular.

You can read this post to see how that came to be a problem.

He still won’t sit alone in the car with the doors closed. He keeps his door opened. Then as soon as I sit in my seat, he will close it.

And elevators are still off limits.

Well, they were.

Until yesterday.

He didn’t go to school yesterday because he had a cold that’s been making the rounds through our family.

But I had to take Number 7 to the lab to get blood drawn, so he came with me.

The office was on the second floor, and I didn’t feel like battling with Number 7, who wanted to “walk by herself” on the stairs, so we went to the elevator.

Number 3 started crying.

He wanted to take the stairs.

To be honest, all I could think about was getting back home so I could continue Operation Organization, and I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with his anxiety.

So the elevator doors opened, and I walked into the elevator with Number 7.

Number 3 stood defiantly in the lobby.

Until he heard a ding. He was more scared of being left alone in the lobby than going on the elevator with me, and jumped in before the doors closed.

He cried and stood, completely tensed up for the whole ride.

All 5 seconds of it.

And then the doors opened up.

He relaxed. He walked out calmly. He looked at me. And he said,

“Mom! I just conquered one of my fears.”

And that was that.

My son has one less worry today.

That feels good.

You know what else?

My husband started a new job a couple weeks ago.

It should get us at least through the winter.

We still have a very deep hole to climb out of.

But at least now we have a rope.

So my husband has one less worry today.

That also feels good.

Then there’s my house.

I’m reclaiming it room by room.

That feels pretty freaking good too.

Yep.

My family is happy.

My house is fucking awesome.

It may not be perfect, but it’s all good.

Everything is good.

You know what happens when you don’t give up?

You know what happens when the going gets tough and the tough get going?

When things seem hopeless and you decide rather than to just pack it all in, to kick it up a notch?

Well, eventually, at some point, you find yourself having a Fucking Feel Good Friday.

Yep. Life isn’t perfect, but it’s definitely good.

I’m having an FFGF.

I hope you’re having one too 🙂

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