Most days I can take the waiting.
Waiting for the phone to ring.
Waiting for a SW to get back to us.
Waiting to see if our e-mails get a response.
Waiting to find out what’s going on with a case.
Waiting to see what a judge rules.
Waiting to see if we are ever, ever going to be parents.
Not today. I just don’t have it in me. I feel like my head is going to explode.
O is calmer than I am, but his stomach is in knots too.
We have to get out of this house, so my wonderful husband is playing a little bit of hooky from work and we are taking our dog to the park.
Perhaps heat stroke will take my mind off of things.
