It's only Wednesday.
It's only Wednesday and I've already spent entirely too much time (and money) with a mechanic, a plumber, a pediatrician, a speech therapist, and a child psychologist. I figure I'm on a roll with enabling other professionals and should go ahead and make time for a nail appointment, a massage, and a much over-due haircut. You know, just to keep the game fair and be sure every professional in my contact list is adequately covered. And yes, I have a dentist appointment coming up in a couple of weeks so I've covered that base, too.
The woe-is-me story ends now though. As I type I'm enjoying a 15-minute reprieve from schooling and kids and house chores. My coffee and way-bigger-than-appropriate slice of cake is sitting here next to me. For the moment, just this little moment, it's all good.
But I still hear the plumber doing something that involves clanking and scrubbing and flushing upstairs. And I'm still waiting for a call from the mechanic telling me my van is ready and that my account won't drain entirely to cover the expense.