Fighting back

This morning, my momma came down and helped me take the child to school. I hated that she criticized her pants and asked her to change. I’m her damn mom. I had no problem with it.

But alas, she did change and my mom combed her hair for her, which she sat still for the most part when she will not at all with me

After I dropped her off, my mom drove me to DHS. I went in, signed in and literally minutes later was handed the exact number that I had been calling all along.

The only difference is it was using the phone in their lobby and of course she answered right away.

She started by saying I was late with the paperwork and I reminded her that I knew nothing until she called on the 24th. To which she absolutely did receive it.

She said it should be pushed through by the end of the day, today so that I have it for the weekend.

And I came home

It’s 1:34. Nothing.

I decided if they do, I will just have to bring my girl with me although it would have been less stressful to do it while she’s in school but whatever.

I chatted briefly after like 2 messages went ignored. I told him I’m concerned and that he is loved.

He said that I was absolutely not annoying and he thanked me

I will now stop. I think.

Ugh. This is so hard. But hey, I invited him earlier this week and it’s been breadcrumbs since so f that