So today was frickin’ crappy. Back-to-back meetings, school drama, Chapin calling to bitch about yet another bill he is confused about, my mother having to swing in at the last minute because I forgot Pumpkinhead had a psychiatrist appointment, the psychiatrist refusing to refill for more than a month without paperwork from Pumpkinhead’s teacher. Then it’s Pumpkinhead’s normal night to sleep with me but I thought I was having company so I fought for almost an hour with a teary-eyed five year-old to get him settled into his own bed only to find out that there was a miscommunication. 
Oh well…. More time to work on my paper. More time alone with my thoughts. Literally, figuratively, some days I just need a rock and a day where I’m being put first and not vice versa.
Clueless
