Thursday, October 15, 2009

It's raining...

I can't help my friends; they need me. I'm not in a stable enough position to do anything for them. I drove around for 2 hours only to NOT find what I was looking for because they have to build it in the freaking middle of nowhere. I don't want to send my social security stuff in the mail. To me that's like painting "Steal My Identity" in big red letters.

So I'm going to try again tomorrow.

My husband is in physical pain and mental stress, he's not being his usual 'this-is-only-a-flesh-wound' self and I don't know if that's good or bad or how to help or what to say or do. Is there anything to say or do at this point?

I knew being a grownup was going to be hard. But I thought, from my position of child watching, that I'd have more answers or at least know exactly where to find them.

I need to call my mother-in-law just 'cause she needs stuff like that. But, I don't want to do it in
the mood I'm in now; I'm afraid I might start a fire.

And it's raining.

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