Still

- I can still rock the espresso bar. I'm fairly sure. It's like dancing. And much more so than epilepsy appears to be.

- I don't know why my brain's not sticky enough. It makes me sad. Tutoring on Thursday, though. I have no clue what to ask for help with exactly, though? Ugh.

- Sad about the neuro test.

- I love you.

- The Fall is Fall.

- I'm waiting to bleed.

- We're going swimming this afternoon.

- S has quickly reemployed himself (kudos!) but is now making noises like he won't be able to drop L off at school in the morning. Well, we'll see. If he can solve it - great. If not - I just fucking don't know. He wanted me to ask my mom to drop her off. *sigh* Then pivoted to saying he would just ask his parents to do it. (Really? Drive from South to East to Downtown just because you didn't consider your piece of your child's schedule when accepting job offer(s)?) 

- I'll probably end up having to do it. But no. Solve it. Solve it solve it solve it.

- I committed to pick ups. Maybe he wants to switch me. But it doesn't sound like the job he chose will let him get off at 2:00.

- Oh, and he dropped that he'll be traveling out of town with this job too.

- *sigh*

- I understand I'm not doing the best job being a wife and mom and connecting the dots for everyone. I really do! But...what's the point of being in a family if you're not going to be around for them?

- And then there's the piece: "Well, I was waiting for you to tell me that it was all too much so I could come back."

- No? You don't get to remove your presence and then swoop back in and pretend like you're a knight in shining armor saving me...from the very situation you created. That doesn't make sense.

- And he doesn't want to tell my parents that he quit the old job yet (why? Because To will make you help him with his projects and maybe make you do your own?) but he's told his own parents.

- Gurl. This. Is. A. Mess. You know what would have mitigated this whole fucking mess?

- Going to the neighborhood school instead of the one that is deadass 20 minutes away from where we live for which no bus service and no before or aftercare is available. Not that we could really afford it if it were - but you get what I'm saying.