Yesterday I went hour by almost hour having my office cancel my regular appointments for yesterday. People that I care about. Some call these individuals clients. They are people with fears, hopes and trust held in their eyes when they set foot into a therapist's office. They are intact to the degree they can withstand outside input to some thing, whatever it is, they can't see through. They have the capacity for joy.
So, ten of these indiviudals I had to put off until today and next week.

My husband and I both have our next latest round of dealings with former spouses via the court system. Both of the former spouses want money. They wish not to work to earn their daily bread.

I would love to be a housewife.

I don't believe housewives have anything easy. What they have is work they know is being shielded from the out world. They have the job of imparting character to the little ones that are the next generation of people trying to make things right in this world.

I could make a document and then paste post it here whatever. Don't know if I would know how, but really, one aspect of StepTalk that I love and seek is the experience of writing live. It makes me feel not alone.
So it is my lack of skill which deletes me, ok. I need some skills.

I am frustrated with my husband and my stepson currently. pee has been warned repeatedly to stay out of our room. He steals money and cigarattes. We can't keep a simple bottle of wine in the house for his sticky fingers.

If you take more than a certain amount of minutes to write your blog, you will be erased. So let's all give a listen to "SHe's a Fool" by Leslie Gore. Shaka-doo!