When you get the phone call
finally
from the referral placed months ago
you feel upset
and angry.
I had a problem
and now it is months too late
to do anything about it!
Telling me there are limited consultation times
only makes me more upset
because it tells me
if I had money
I would have gotten in right away!
Swing high.
As high as you can.
Dare to dream.
That way when you miss
you are not scrapped raw
from the descent.
Expectations are high.
Errands are all mapped out.
One thing springs the socket
and all the chaos ensues.
So on to plan B.
Just try to survive the day.
You live in such filth
why bother washing hands
after you pet an animal outside?
My filth I am used to.
Foreign filth
needs to be washed away.
Choose the rice!
Cauliflowers are the way to go!
Who needs meat?
Or Gluten?
Bread is down
and we are up!
Love us
or your money back!
When you need to get it done.
Yet you push it off until tomorrow.
One more day won’t hurt.
It is important.
So maybe today it will get done?
Or maybe tomorrow?
H
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Double hockey sticks.
If my brain could process things better
maybe I wouldn’t be so lethargic.
Or perhaps it is the chocolate bars I devoured last night.
You hoped for a different outcome.
You prayed that everyone would be smart.
That the decision would be obvious.
Yet, they chose otherwise.
My only hope now
is that I can survive in the chaos that will ensue.
Back up plans are good to have.
Things sometimes go wrong.
Like you have a second get away car.
Or extra batteries for your night time activities.
But children are never dispensable
and it is a mindset
I truly do not like.
So I will continue to love
and teach my children
all the necessary skills they may need.
Listening as he expands his story.
Pointing out small details
Or asking him a question to clarify.
It feels so good
Having a conversation.
One where we both are listening
And listened to.
Such a rare interaction these days.
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