I haven't posted because I have nothing to share. And if I were to write what I really want to say, it would just be a written temper tantrum, which no one really wants to read. I'm not sure it would make me feel any better anyway.
It's been a rotten weekend. You can pity my family and I'll just say it's a good thing my husband loves me. I am one walking, exposed nerve. So if you know me in real life and happen to see me (which at this point seems very unlikely), and you say something benign like, 'Hi' and I burst into tears, don't take it personally.
So, please pray. Pray that the &$^#* TA (yes Miss P19, Mom C. really did just say that) comes. This afternoon would be nice.
And H. still doesn't know she has a family.
I'm going to go eat another piece of chocolate now.