Brave Little Gerda Faces the Icy Game of Reason

[Rita]

Well, I was just in church telling God how lonely I was and then came home to your poem. Thank you so much!!! Oh my gosh that cheered me up more than a butter tart slice!

Which, no, I haven't made yet. Why, you ask?

Well, on Thursday the guys started the job on my apartment to put in a new door so I can rent out part of it. Then I cracked open a molar -- I think I must be grinding my teeth, I wonder why.

Then on Thursday night, D10 got a 103 degree fever so I was up all night trying to work and deal with that and get rid of the fifty pounds of dust left by the workers and move out all H's extra crap into my side yard to cover with tarps lest it rain.

Then on Friday I went to emergency dentist, leaving sick D at home. They couldn't get it numb so I had to have like eight needles! Came back to workers and dust and rising fever with some rash. Rinse, repeat, esp with the all night tending of child with my own jaw quite angry about all those needles.

And then on Saturday with the guys still working and the dust and the first visitation from H with lots of insane back and forth becuase he refused to accept that she was sick or that I would not allow him to give her his old iPhone (and mind you, he is not giving me a penny of child support but managed to get a new iPhone?) -- when he brought her back, I realized that the rash was not a rash but CHICKEN POX.

(Oh and I am getting a little better at MLC. Rather than fight H about the phone, I took the iPhone and stuck it in a drawer and told D she can take it out once a day to text H or whatever else but that when she was with me she was using the flip phone I got her only.)

And what is also funny/not at all funny is that for the visit, I told H that she should just do something very quiet and stay out of the sun since she was sick with a high fever, so he took her somewhere on the train and walked around for a few hours, etc. And told her on the way back that she looked much better BECAUSE SHE HAD SPENT TIME IN THE SUN. She had probably double the pox she had before she left, so she did not look better at all, and I know it was not because of the sun but because she had chicken pox. Point is, that man is so obsessed with getting out of my controlling powers that he is literally seeing things in order to feel he is right.

So I have not made butter tart slice or nanananananiammooooononaimo. But I will.

((DnJ))