not a diary

Apr 24, 2014 08:30

cracks appear in stone
a pent-up spring trickles out
tears widen the rift

It's Poem in Your Pocket day at the elementary school. I forgot about it. Another black mark in the maternal ledger. I spent an hour this morning trying to find the scheduling page at the DMV website. #1 announced he's ready now for his learner's permit test and wants to take it Saturday. Will I have to work Saturday? Don't know yet. I can't even find whether he NEEDS an appointment. Undocumented immigrants do, and felons. Teenagers? How many of those want to learn to drive? I am at my wit's end at work, between experiment failures and trying to finish this presentation. Planning to stay tonight until that's done. The boys will have to fend for themselves.

At this point in the stress curve my brain begins to jettison unnecessary cargo, like a hot air balloon struggling to stay aloft.

A-a-nd...I'm late again. Got to run. As fast as I can. Just to stay in one place.

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