Trish hasn't found a new job yet and Sam is out of control. VERY out of control. *Sigh* I'm already losing my mind and stressed to the max!
Here's Sam at his end-of-year party. Looking Angelic......
Connor and his teacher at the Luau, where he's having fun!
My right foot started hurting the last couple of weeks of school. I limped around work every day thinking it would go away at some point. It didn't. In the past week or so the pain has gotten intense and the top of my foot is swollen. I had to stop my daily walks. I still have errands to run and things to do around the house and yard, so, staying off the foot hasn't been an option.
Finally I broke down and made an appointment with a foot and ankle clinic for tomorrow morning. I suspect it's a stress fracture. At this point, I just want to have it fixed so that I can move around without every step making me want to scream.
*Sigh* I want Trish to find a job, SOON! I want Sam to shape up, or at least, become more manageable. Connor, bless his heart, is just fine, holed up in his room most of the day playing his video games or reading. I envy his ability to just tune out the rest of the world and the chaos around him.
I need a break. And, I don't mean my foot.
A poem I wrote several years ago that expresses my current mood. It's about boundaries.
Our boundaries collapse
into each other
like a house of cards,
under one roof.,
raising two children.
the roles bleed into each other.
and spills over
into the landscape.
We scramble to reclaim
and repair the sense of order.