The Morning Conversation, etc.

Sometimes something or other comes up during business hours just a tad too early for me to be able to show up and do it myself because of the sleep problem. Still, if I were not the organizing and accounting force behind it all, it might not get done, ya know? Nobody but me even KNOWS what really needs to be done half the time.

Me: Okay, so you have the list?

Hub: Yes.

Me: And you will bring me ALL receipts, right?

Hub: Yes.

Me: I just had a thought.

Hub: What did you think?

Me: I thought of how screwed we'd be if either one of us were alone without the other.

Hub: Yeah, we'd be about fucked, wouldn't we?

Me: Yes.



And I will not be seeing New Guy tonight. The littlest has a choir production. And I wlll not be seeing New Guy next Tuesday, either. The twins have their middle school graduation ceremony that evening. I might have been able to raise the alarm in time to make other scheduling accommodations for therapy if it were not for my father showing up to fuck me while I slept about a week and a half ago and causing me to dissociate and become disorganized and unable to plan for things. Now I can't have therapy with New Guy until the 27th. Reason # 1,000,001 why you shouldn't fuck kids (I think I love you, Butterfly!). You shouldn't fuck kids because it can fuck them up so badly that sometimes they can't even get themselves together good enough to get help. So if you fuck kids anyway, then FUCK YOU. I hope you die.