Do you remember that ’80s song with the video on MTV where the man moves from real life into a pencil drawing of walls and doors? I really wish I could remember the name and the lyrics as they would be appropriate now. I don’t know where to begin, so I’ll start in the middle.
I need to work and have funds coming in to pay for health insurance and a babysitter for my daughter.
I need babysitting for my daughter so I can work to get money.
I can’t get an attorney via the community programs because I make too much.
My only salary is social security and I’m restricted as to how much I can make. But I need an attorney to finish some things on Hubby’s estate.
There is zero funds to Hubby’s estate.
Bills are still being sent to the “Estate of….”.
My daughter and I don’t have insurance.
We make too much so we don’t qualify for healthcare assistance programs.
The public school will accept anyone to attend.
But there is no room in the application for widowed parents, only divorced and married.
I am repeatedly told that I am doing well now that Hubby has passed.
Unfortunately according to many, I am not accomplishing my tasks fast enough.
In a few months I need to go away for a business meeting out of town which I’m very excited about. But I don’t have anyone to stay with Little One. I called the school to get contact info to connect with other parents in the classroom and I got chewed out by the principal and then told it was okay to have her come with me on the business trip instead of attending school. She then further told me that I should have been networking with my neighbors. I reminded her that my Hubby had passed and we spent the last three years in hospitals. “Well you should have worked harder.”
After that call, I didn’t know whether to be emotional, angry or cry.
I’ve been told that I should call for a meeting with the principal but I’m afraid if I do then that will create trouble for my Little One. As it was the principal was being snarky the night before because I couldn’t immediately locate my license for school computer registration.
In the background, I have a bi-polar parent that I caregive delicately for from afar (intentionally!) as my parent is very corrosive and I’ve had to distance myself even further.
Now that I’ve written all of this, I feel better. But I still have to address these impossible things.
Help! Someone let me out!
The Roaring Mouse
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