This week is a marathon of appointments that are spawning more appointments. Today we had our long-awaited pediatrician visit for my teenager. He needed lab work and it was closer to there than home, so we went ahead to get it over with. It was raining buckets and there were streams running through the parking lot. My socks got wet going in.
Mom is extra crazy this week because of the comings and goings, and her new thing is accusing us of stealing our own car. Yes, it’s funny, but it gets old. Also she is projecting because she’s stealing and hoarding toilet paper rolls. I keep having to rescue them from her laundry basket.
She is codependent on me, so every time I leave the house it’s like shaking her whole ant farm and I never know what I’m going to come home to. My husband has the patience of a saint with her, but I know every time I leave not only am I going to be dealing with extra-crazy when I get back, he is while I’m gone. He is in IT and married to me, so he’s already met his quota for this lifetime.
When the teenager and I got home, I had a small handful of paperwork, and I dropped the damn school excuse in the driveway. By the time I noticed it missing, when I wrote the other excuse for the rest of the days my teenager has missed – because half the teachers aren’t following his 504, so he’s already tired of fighting over invisible disabilities – it was well and truly soaked, and I’m lucky it was raining so heavily it didn’t blow away. I thought it was going to be useless and I’d have to call them tomorrow and get a new one. Apparently doctor ink is forever though because after I dried it, it’s still readable. There’s a blue imprint of a post-it with the directions to the lab. I had to brush off some pavement grit but it still works.
A small win – a phone call dodged. I feel like this raggedy paper a lot of days. I can barely make sense of myself but I have to pretend to be some sort of authority on life for three, sometimes four people – not including me because I know for sure I’m bullshitting.
Dreadful Ideas 
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