So I am slightly calmer this morning though still very sad. Paul was just lovely about the whole mess. I felt so horrid but he was very understanding. He is turning out to be a really nice person and I am glad I went with my instincts and rented to him.

I skipped b-fast and tea at home and it make the ride up to bart not so huffy puffy and gross.

I am going to do my best and get a few things done like "advocating"* for H's IEP meeting that is several weeks over due. I have been calling since the week it was supposed to happen and just got a call back. Writ ting an over due letter to my landlord. Paying the utilities. Washing my stinky sandals... pew. I am just going to try to forge ahead.

Best of luck to the rest of you out there.




*Advocating I am finding out means harassing people till they do their job or what he needs.