The Unfortunate Business Of The Home Bound

At one hour prior to my appointment with my therapist, Sir Dude, I am informed by He-Who-Has-Taken-Me-Many-Times, that he had totally forgotten about the talk we had two days ago. He informs me the children are sick and that his wife took the car...

...WELL! HELL FIRE!

This is where I am two hours post conversation...yes, I cried. Not to him, but after we got off the damn telephone. Yes,I cursed aloud for a minute or two, alright, maybe three! Damnit! Then called Sir Dude...called my dear Brenda too.

Have decided that although, I may have had much disappointment and an interruption in my strict, self-imposed rule: #2. "Must be always punctual and maintain perfect attendance"...He-Who-Has-Taken-Me-Many-Times, first off is Kinfolk and is the father of two extraordinary younger Kinfolk of mine, who I love with all my heart and Spirit's and sadly are in fact really ill. My Little Bud's!! He-Who-Has-Taken-Me-Many-Times, has taken me to so very many appointments...he runs on JPT, you see, so I do stress alot about the punctuality piece, but He get's me there. Now, as far as He-Who-Has-Taken-Me-Many-Times, forgetting our talk and confirmation about today, um, well, he is kinfolk.

My therapyst, Sir Dude, returned my call and we had connection via telephone...an excellent connection. Touched base on where I am today, where have I been since last week, went over home work assignments, and he shared words of wisdom. I am thankful to have someone like Sir Dude on my Team...so very thankful.

...am also thankful for He-Who-Has-Taken-Me-Many-Times, for he has in fact taken me many-many times. I am blessed for this...him being the Pa of them two Lil' kinfolk is bonus.

Bygones.

I have no choice but to chalk this one up as, The Unfortunate Business Of The Home Bound...

...Walking my Path.

p.s. I have 7,777 self imposed rules.