It's like having the cable guy come in a window only and hour and a half wide, but three days a week and sometimes twice on the same day. It's someone telling me I'm a great mother because I "let the house go" . . . . . . and let the kids have fun. It's having someone checking up on you five times a week. Only it's like telling someone with Alzheimer's because each therapist has a unique reaction. It's having five hours a week when Beansprout must be quiet and self entertained. I sure am going to miss having them around. Nobody can get Chickadee to work like they can. Nobody else has seen all the regressions, or cried with me when she just can't do something anymore. Nobody cheers louder for her, no one is happier when she succeeds. Together we know her idiosyncrasies and strength. I'm having a little bit of empty nest syndrome. Chickadee and Beansprout start school August 13th and 18th. I know exactly what I'm going to...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.