OK, I rarely blog on my lunch hour, but this day sucks so much already I feel compelled to unburden myself.
I cried on the way to work. Michael has been wearing his prosthetic every day. Today, it had not recharged. He wanted a ride because he had to bring home two very heavy books yesterday and walking with them was a real burden to him. So today, he had on a short-sleeved shirt and he realized after he got on his prosthetic in the car that it wasn't going to work today. So that just makes it another heavy burden to bear. I told him to just leave it in the car. "Mom, I am wearing short sleeves," he replied, looking very upset. I had to drop him at school and go on, so I wouldn't be late to work.
My poor little guy. He is very self-conscious about people seeing his "short arm." There is absolutely nothing I can do about it.
I listened to a story on NPR about a writer who has two girls adopted from China. he said it was so hard to try and discuss with them why they had been abandoned. That's a hurt he cannot mitigate for them. He cried talking about it. I cried hearing it.
There are just some things we cannot explain to a child, like why their birthmom gave them up. So sad. Sadder for my kids because they remember their birthmoms, and alcoholism robbed them of any sort of normal early childhood. Those scars will always be there on their souls.
Thing #2.
We were told yesterday our temp assignment was "open ended" - more work. Yay! TODAY, we were told by an ATTORNEY, that the project will only last a few more days. I immediately emailed all the recruiters I am signed with [half a dozen] and said find me something FAST. I have enough money for about a month or so, then if I don't have a job I will have to go back and try to get unemployment again. Sucks to be me.
I am Irish and suspicious. So I am waiting for bad Thing #3. Yikes.
Praying a lot...
LATER
OK, here's the update. The day got better. It's now almost midnight and nothing else awful has happened. I did learn I have to go to a meeting of ALTA tennis team captains tomorrow morning but that's no big deal.
Michael said he figured out there was a button on his prosthetic he hadn't pushed, so he pushed it and the arm worked fine.
We had a typical Friday night - picked up sandwiches from Jersey Mike's and watched a movie.
Horrible thunderstorms roared through here all evening. Tons of rain. I hope the backyard doesn't flood.
As Scarlet says "Tomorrow is another day!" [cue sappy music...]
