Lately it seems like a flashback to when my son was young. Walking on eggshells, trying not to aggravate the situation, yet rejoicing in every second that goes by without a major meltdown. I feel so tired, constantly on alert, shuffling things around without ever really getting anything done.
We are making baby steps in getting help for my granddaughter. Resources are on their way, but the agency that is supposed to be helping was supposed to get in touch with us last Wednesday. It's now Monday afternoon, and still haven't heard anything.
Starting to think about celebrating a Croning ceremony. I'll be 50 in October. I'm not really concerned with getting older, but 50 seems like such a significant number. I'm well into my grandmother years, I'd like to celebrate the changing seasons and roles in my life.
Ahh, disjointed posting, fits with my disjointed emotions and thoughts right now.
