It's rough out there sometimes.

Tuesday.  Ouch.

Finally had my 504 meeting with the school to get my son the accommodations I know he needs. I've been fighting for this meeting for years, knowing that his writing just wasn't there.  But still. It's hard to see the work laid out, to hear it all from a table of experts, to think about how hard it must be for him.  He has dysgraphia and ADD.  I know, I know, there are tons of worse things, but that doesn't mean I want this one.

Two hours later, I took Jack to the allergist to get the results from his latest test.  Not only were all of his numbers up (the list is long, but the short version is:  nuts, peanuts, sesame, eggs), but there were more on the list:  fish, trees and grasses.  Oh, and we got our first rescue inhaler because he seems to have acquired allergy-induced asthma this spring.  He can't eat so many foods, and it's a life-threatening consequence if he does.  Another eating issue.  Why is eating so difficult for so many of us?  Evolution still has some work to do there.

So many things to be thankful for, which should be my next post, but I'm wallowing here.  The kids didn't see me cry in the car.  We do have so many blessings, and oh Lord, life can be so much worse.  But sometimes, I just have to acknowledge that it can suck, and then move on.

busy, and yet.

You would never guess that I was busier than a one-armed paper hanger these days.  I should be sleeping right now.  I've been to the city twice this short week and am heading back tomorrow.  Two boys need camp trunks packed. Everyday more slips come home in the backpacks announcing a new celebration/show/picnic/envelope-opening that we should attend.  My suitcases still are in the attic-holding area waiting to go up. We had turkey sandwiches, grapes and red beans and rice for dinner (talk about a pantry-cleaner).  It's crumbling around me.

And yet.

Golden hour.  That sun called me.  And, for some reason, so did little robots and mushrooms.  So I did that instead.