Counting Down

March 18th. It was D's due date, half way between his dad's birthday and mine. He had other plans and waited 4 more days. I was concerned he'd come on my birthday, forever my birthday "present" never with his own special day. My birthday was always a weird day for my mother because it was also the anniversary of her own father's death. I always felt like apologizing to her rather than celebrating the day. I haven't packed my suitcase yet, nor had coffee, nor meds, but I am post shower, wondering if I ought to try to wake D for an attempt at getting to school ON TIME.

I have another interviewee scheduled for this morning, I wonder if this one will show up. After her, I think I'll revise the plan and hire a receptionist, someone already wants that job, and I'll be a nurse and office manager. I just haven't found a Medical Assistant with the office skills AND a doable drive to work. All who have answered the ad live out in the far away 'burbs.

The rest of the day will be spent getting ready for the trip, laundry, packing, making sure D has all his meds ready -you know, micromanaging everything so I can leave with my anxiety firmly in place. We have decided, since the flight change on Sunday, that we would all reconvene and celebrate birthdays and Easter on Sunday. Just the family and I'm sure there'll be pictures and stories of grandparents galore.

It's a gloomy rainy day, but it's okay. I heard an owl this morning, one of the less annoying birds. The rain is helping get the rest of the snow melted too, but OMG, the yard!! No worries, I'm sure D will have it all cleaned up by the time I get home.

Happy Holy week for those celebrating this most religious of weeks in the Christian calendar. Odd how far apart Easter and Passover are this year.