You know you’re really screwing-up when you find this:
“I hat it whin you aregyou!”
…on yellow paper, in a child’s hand, on the floor outside your bedroom door.
Yeah, so it’s probably no surprise that things aren’t going so well. The lack of a job is only part of it- there are things more difficult to deal with than lack of employment. Trust me. Things like the agency of others, our own vulnerability, how loving someone is just not a choice, and what I want for my life. You know, small things like that. Oh, and no job.
Beanie and Abby have been trading the stomach flu back and forth- and my Little Green Clean Machine has been getting a substantial work out. Between the barf and the diarrhea- yeah. I broke down last night and put Beanie in a pull-up at 1 a.m. after his third towel and my second round with LGCM. Nothining sucks like sucking barf out of the carpet in the middle of the night.
The kids do have health insurance now. For that I am grateful- at least the kids are covered.
In the middle of this dark cloud where I’m living, the blessings have been pouring down. Phone calls, letters, cards, pizza delivery, dinners, even random envelopes of cash showing up- people finding creative and abundant means of letting me know they love us. It’s humbling, and my heart is swelled with gratitude.
At this point, that’s really all I can say. Stay tuned for my review of my Rocket Chicken Hairdryer- coming soon. Hope all is well in your neck of the woods.