It is going to be a hell of a week.
Tomorrow, my Guest Blogger piece goes up at Time Goes By. It's about Addy's death, and interesting in that it diagrams how fast a person can go downhill when one major health crisis leads to another. I get depressed just thinking about it.
Tomorrow is also Aidan's birthday party, but I won't be able to go. It was organized by his dad's side of the family (I guess), and I can't really expect them to take my schedule into consideration. Or maybe the SSS's want to go and don't feel comfortable around me since I managed to express here a bit of the anger I've sat on. That anger that they are so sorry I still harbour after all these years. Ramona would let me off, if it weren't for the two musicals we have to have done by the end of the month.
Tuesday is my birthday (and Aidan's), but I probably will have to work through that, as well. Plus, I've heard no whiff of anything being planned by my kids for my 60th birthday.
I know, I know...whiny-baby-pee-pee-pants.
I'll be better tomorrow.