I realize that I have not written here in quite awhile. I am doing what I need to do, moving through my days, just trying to avoid the mine fields. January in a nutshell -
I have returned to therapy to face my final darkness. It is hard and scary work and difficult to write about here.
Work has become a nightmare with a major project about to die because they can no longer get financing for all the bullshit conditions that were imposed of them by the politicians. It has now become my job to go to all the people/groups who had their hands out and ask them for concessions. Some of these people are the scum of the earth, know they have the upper hand, and are just jerking me around. It is my responsibility to negotiate this project back on track but I’m really tired of falling on the sword for it.
Hormones have once again taken over my house. I never know if I’m coming home to my best friend or her evil twin. Every day is an adventure there.
To date Peachie has been accepted into the highly competitive physical therapy programs at 10 colleges, including her top two choices. With those acceptances began the calls from hockey coaches doing their recruiting thing. Unfortunately these are mostly Division III schools so no athletic scholarship money and her grades were not quite good enough for those impressive presidential scholarships her sister got. Average yearly tuition: $45 - $50 grand. With every acceptance my head is spinning.
So January passed, one shell shocked day after the other. But I’m still standing. I’ll consider that a win.