My conditions are permanent
they say. I say
they are permanent until,
my doctor comes up
with a new diagnosis,
like married-itis or
have you heard of this new one:
but my ex has
Today is my birthday.
Yesterday was my ESR’s birthday
My mother’s birthday is in two days
I’m coping with chocolate and tofutti.
I’m 45, I look pretty damn good
and I have started over.
I like aging it means I’m still alive.
My children are as
unique as I am.
I should be thankful we are
all moderately healthy.
Girly has had no seizures since August.
My Child joined the football team
(why? because he wanted to slam
his head into other boys???
How can a child be so vain
about his hands but
play such a violent sport.
I did explain the concept of
broken fingers but it fell on deaf ears.)
The Silent Sentinel is with me
for a week without his brother.
Six foot four, strong as an ox,
gets exhausted easily though.
He spends too much time in video games.
I told him he should learn to design
them since he likes them so much
My Eldest Surly adult turned 18 yesterday
and was able to sign for the storage container,
I had it delivered to him to help create a bedroom
for him at my mom’s house. No, not in the container,
why does everybody as me that?
I also bought him a bunch of drawing stuff
pens, markers, notebooks, soda machine.
Well, its late again
and I have to go wake the living dead:
today, I’m going to put the baby in his room
and see if she can wake him up.
Perhaps the sound of objects being
thrown around the room will wake him.
-The shed is almost empty, just waiting for the truck to empty itself so I can put more things in it.