It should be funny. But it’s not. I have court tomorrow morning. I’m told that the dependency case will be dismissed, since the danger to Hope has passed. I’ve spent my whole weekend trying to come up with that one polite, pointed comment to tell them all off. I’ll probably settle for, “Oh, thank you […]

Today Hope’s day-care teacher pulled me aside to tell me that Hope talks a LOT about dying and going to be with Daddy. Fortunately, through my tenacity and determination (pigheaded like you wouldn’t believe, damn straight), she started counseling last week. But wait–the evil forces are at it again. Hope started counseling on the expectation

This morning I got pissed off because one of the national morning shows was talking about the dangers of carbon monoxide when boating. What do I care that some idiot who couldn’t read a warning sign died? I knew about the dangers, and I’ve never been on a private boat! Why the hell didn’t someone

Yeah, I know, I’ve been missing in action lately. I decided I needed to deal with that ugly little cave pretending to be Hope’s bedroom, and get my living room full of toys cleared out. So I haven’t blogged in what, four days? So why the hell is my living room still full of toys?

I’m not an idiot. I’ve noticed that I start out the day pretty well, and somewhere around noon I start slipping. By four o’clock I’m completely useless, either hiding in my book or curled up on the couch crying. So can anyone tell me why I decided today was the day to get Hope’s room

I’ve been paying the bill on his cell phone, and it rankles to do that when it’s not in use. So I gave up on everyone who promised to help, and went and spent $20 on a recharger. I forced myself to read the book, fighting nausea and crying spells the whole way. I picked

    I want my husband back!!!