Losing My Sanity (whatever little I had...)

Up at 5 am, getting to the airport and discovering all flights delayed, sweet talking a gate agent into rebooking me on an earlier (still delayed) flight, sprinting through an airport so that I can make my connection with 2 minutes to spare, being told the house has been cleaned and walking in to discover it’s still a disaster zone, luggage arriving at midnight, sitting on a pile of blankets as I type so my son (Down syndrome) can’t go back to bed and has to get ready for his program, thinking that maybe it’s a good thing there’s no whiskey in the house because drinking at 9 o’clock in the morning probably wouldn’t be a good idea.....

Well, that gives you some hint of how the past 24 hours has gone for me. (And oh, yeah, as we head toward 10 am I’m not sure my son is even going to make THAT bus! (Tomorrow morning I start sitting on the blankets at least an hour earlier...) (Why, you ask am I not helping my son get ready? Because anything I do he undoes and then redoes it himself. Ever tried wrestling a 30 year old into compliance about anything?)

Hmmm, maybe whiskey at 9:30am wouldn’t be such a bad idea....

No, no, must re-focus! What’s good about all this? Well, the good thing is that I did make it here, did get my luggage last night, did still have disinfectant wipes (left over from my last visit) to clean with, and THIS IS NO LONGER MY LIFE ON A DAILY BASIS!

Ahem. Sorry about that. It will (I hope!) get better as my son and I re-negotiate the ground rules.

Blessings and gentle (((((((hugs))))))),
April_optimist (desperately clinging to the illusion of sanity I pretend to have....)