It's been a rough day - found out my son may need another major surgery, then went all the way across town because doc didn't like the look of his eye and thought it best to see his surgeon to be in the safe side. (Eye is fine, thankfully enough). The seven year old was supposed to start her summer program today but they never called me back about it and gave me a wrong # so I couldn't contact them. Was going to go down there today and sort it out but then the doctor drama happened... Now son's respite provider is not answering calls or texts to confirm she'll be here in the morning and it's too late to call the agency. So I don't know if I'll be able to work tomorrow...
I am so tired of doing all this on my own.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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