Yes, I’m aware it’s Mother’s Day. I’m aware I’m a mom. I’m aware the common wisdom holds that I should not have to work today. To hell with that, I say! I should be able to work on what I WANT to do!
That said, brunch was lovely. If I can figure out how my sis-in-law makes such awesome omelettes with good but perfectly common ingredients, I will count today a success.
I have a lovely picture painted by my munchkin, and a sweet faux flower arrangement she and my beloved sis-in-law picked out. I had a great time, and a great compliment. I joked that I was smarter than my brother, and my brilliant brother said, “We know. We’ve read your book.”
I love that man! (And his wife! She’s wonderful! And what a cook!)
But since returning home hours ago, I’ve accomplished just about nothing. (Okay, I got some chicken in the crock pot. Washed some dishes. Whoohoo.) I’ve been re-reading my stuff, hoping to find a jump-off point, somewhere to go from where I am. So far, nothing. It doesn’t help that I keep getting disturbing phone calls.
My husband is hungry. He’s about a mile away, in a tiny, ugly little motel room, and I have no car, and couldn’t go to him if I did. He can’t have contact with our daughter until we get this crap ironed out. And I have no one I could leave her with. If I had a car, which I don’t. I have food, but no way to get it to him. And these wonderful people laying down the rules for us, didn’t find it necessary to explain how he’s supposed to survive on $500 a month, living in a motel. With a tiny fridge, and no stove.
I will willingly–no, cheerfully!–admit he needs to depend less on me. But I don’t think he should be starved in the process. It’s not like he couldn’t fix his own food, if he had any. He’s perfectly capable of going grocery shopping, if he has money.
The two of us together lived just fine. But his income is not enough to support him alone. Not when he has to live in a motel, anyway. He is supposed to move into an apartment on Tuesday. So next month he will be in good shape. But in the meantime, he is just out of luck. And I can’t ‘rescue’ him.
::SIGH:: I’m getting really tired of this mess.