This was a day that perhaps would have been happier spent in bed. At least part of it was, as I came home from my 12 hour third shift job and gratefully crashed. My mind was racing, and yet it halted immediately and let me sleep. Not well or long, but I did sleep. Then it was off to pick up the kids in Paris at my grandmother's after discovering that the rehab center would not accept my husband as we do not live in an urban county. The offered alternative was to try to get some kind of outpatient counseling through the CMHC here in our county. Since I worked for them for many years, I am not too comforted by that. However, he went to his first AA meeting in 7 years, and it was a positive experience for him. Not so for me, who attempted to attend yet another Al-Anon meeting and found out that the times listed were incorrect. Again. That makes 4 out of 5 attempts unsuccessful due to such "clerical" errors. My faith in human nature thus renewed once again, we proceeded home for a night of isolation and children's antics. I had forgotten how much I miss them!
Last night I finished the endless garter stitch scarf. It is now officially bigger than I am - not only in tedium, but now in actual size.
And at 2am, I am still pleading with a 2 year old to get to sleep.
Ah, good times.